everything you touch turns to dust

Indigo was collecting lost souls because he was one himself, maybe physically stronger than some of those brought into the fold. He felt like mentally he was falling apart, right here and right now in Duch’s soft arms. She promised him always, always here to hold him while he suffered through life’s twists and turns. The highs and the lows, especially the lows. Indigo hadn’t felt so lowly in his entire life, not through anything he’d been through so far. All of it piled on now and he wasn’t sure he could find his strength to make a stand again.

Duchess curled under his chin and held him more tightly, another reassurance she was going to be there. He’d have her presence to count on. Always. He knew that she couldn’t have been comfortable while he was away, but he’d been rushed to the point he hadn’t even thought to bring the girls along with him. Indigo sighed contentedly as she pressed her cheek to his and settled in with him. Her grasp still around his neck and her adoration comforted him. He ignored what he might do to her once or if, the truth was ever revealed. Especially when she realized his devotion to Asla.

The thoughts were quickly chased away as his senses filled with her. Duch’s scent, the sound of her breathing in his ear, the warmth of her and the feeling of her small form in his massive arms. There was no cure for the sickness inside of him but Duchess alleviate his symptoms enough to lull him into a deep and dreamless sleep.