purple diamond in the rough

Gyspsy wouldn’t be forced to stay in the castle for very much longer, hopefully she could settle here for a while, at least until Indigo held the power to split off and lead his own band of misfits. For now he’d focus on the girl before him, hoping he could help her find her way. Somehow, if he didn’t screw everything up. She shrunk when he spoke out of turn, but seemed to appreciate his apology a little bit, along with his offer of a decision to make. He knew she would be safe in here over night, but that didn’t mean that she did.

It only took a moment for Gypsy to make up her mind, back to the room he had for himself and the ones he personally saw to the protection of. She looked ready to fall asleep anyway, so he wasn’t surprised when she stood, ready to go. Indigo lifted himself to his paws as he watched her emerge from the damp furs like an old cocoon. He thoughts she was a brilliant gem before, but as he gazed at her now clean fur the young man found himself dumbstruck for a moment. Transfixed, and again baffled at what had been done to her. The anger pressed at his chest but Indy shoved the emotions down harder.

Ignoring the build up he found himself grinning slightly as she picked up the wet fur. She looked determined, like maybe there was still a spark of hope within. Indigo hoped so bad for her. He’d prove himself to her, she deserved someone on her side. ”You can leave it there, I’ll pick them up when they’re dry.” He told her as she walked towards the hallway. His longer stride brought him ahead of her slightly. Indy flicked the tip of his tail against her shoulder and left one claw unsheathed for her to listen to the steady click. It echoes slightly but you could easily tell the difference between the real sound of sharp claw on stone. If she wanted to walk independently he wanted her to. ”Besides, I’ve got better ones waiting for you when we get there.” The two he’d given her earlier were for drying, not sleeping in. The ones he had prepared in the room were plush and perfect for her tiny form.

He’d lead her like that back up the stairs, careful to watch her in case she stumbled. He’d give her a warning before the last stair and tried to tell her when they were taking a turn to the left or right. Hopefully helping her feel a little better about navigating the unnatural place. He’d lead her back into the cozy room. There wasn’t a fire, but there were warm bodies and lots of plush blankets, furs, and cushions to bury into. ”Right here,” he whispered softly and presented her with her own space in the warm room.