Where There Is Desire

She had been close to him, but maybe not this close, when they made their way to the tower. Duchess’s proximity now was a very different feeling to that in the tower. Easy affection and bliss had found them up there, but this was different. Duchess remained close to him out of not as much affection but uncertainty. The shadows and walls seemed to move and shift as through they were given a mind of their own. Every shuffle of paw or stone kicked created a sound unique to the mundane occurrences that caused them. The echoing auditory fluctuations did more to give an unworldly feeling than much anything else. Coupled with the lack of sight, or so little sight it made your imagination your worst enemy. Indigo had struggled with that the first few times he came down here and with the girl’s closeness he could only guess Duchess felt the same.

The outside wind slipped through the dungeon creating a sound of tortured moans right as the pair of wolves approached the rats nest, and right on cue the sounds of hundreds of feets washed over the corridor. Indigo stopped as Duchess did, careful not to give away his own confidence as she froze and clung to his side. ”What’s that?” Indy whispered quietly, as though he were avoiding catching the attention of the mass in front of them. ”Who’s there?” He said louder, and though he knew it an echo of his voice the returning sounds nearly put a chill up his own back.