Open doors and glass house walls

Sirius had Indigo’s best interests at heart even if he would never understand how Indigo truly felt. He was hopeful, maybe the Hallows really would help to bring him to a fruitful adulthood. Indy wanted happiness, and wanted to find his place in the world, and maybe make his parents proud of him after a rough start. Bright blue eyes found his father’s mirrored gaze as the Warlord spoke. He loved him, he always had a place for him, and that would never change.

Indy hoped that was true, he’d never forget that day that his father had pulled him away from Aslatiel that day when they were so much younger. ”I love you too, dad.” Indigo returned softly, his lips pulling back into a smile as he revealed his pearly canines. ”I won’t forget. I won’t be very far.” That consolation was mostly for himself. Asla would never be so far away, nor would his immediate family.