Open doors and glass house walls

The Warlord looked to his brilliantly toned son. Like an indigo flower, so aptly named. As the healer pushed his paws against that of the Warlord, Sirius managed a soft smile. He wanted Indigo to find happiness in this world, to find his place, and things and people he believed in, and found worth healing. As Sirius had found those worth fighting for.

The Warlord placed a paw over Indigo’s after a moment, clasping his arm gently, and looking into the mirror of his eyes. “Indigo. I love you, and you will always have a place in my heart and home. You have my blessing to go to the Hallows, and if ever you want to come home, there will be a high rank and a place for you here. I love you, my son.” the Warlord wasn’t always perfect at expressing his love and affection, but he knew the importance of it in that moment. He held Indigo’s gaze, so his son would know he meant every word uttered.