welcome to my nightmare
05-20-2021, 10:08 AM
While she slept a form had settled around her. Gypsy instantly tensed, her breath catching as she was thrust into wakefulness. The smell of his road worn coat and the warm skin beneath told her that this was Indigo. It was not her father or anyone else coming to hurt her and that realization calmed her. Having spent time with Duchess, the tiny woman was feeling a little better about her current position. Duchess assured her that Indigo was a kind man and though Gypsy didn't trust any of them fully just yet, the beginnings of ease were starting to build. With that in mind, the small, brightly colored fae settled back into the embrace of the man around her and went back to sleep. Thrashing and screaming pulled Gypsy from a dreamless slumber and panic surged through her. Was there danger? Who was attacking them? For a moment the thrashing stilled, only small twitches coming from the massive man around her. Then he began to thrash and call out again. A dream. Indigo was locked in the throes of a nightmare. What should she do? Gypsy had been the recipient of many a nightmare during her hellish existence. No one had been there to comfort her. Instead, she usually received hard words, a kick or a bite. She knew the mental anguish that he was suffering through. No one deserved that and so she sought to comfort him. Gently, Gypsy felt about with her paws, working her way to Indigo's massive skull. The tiny woman was a fraction of his size, so she curled her body around his head. One paw stroked lightly from between his eyes to just behind his ears. Her soft tones hushed him and at first it seemed to work, but then he began kicking and screaming again. She would have to resort to other methods. Inhaling deeply, Gypsy began to sing. There were no words to her song, but the angelic tones didn't need words. The notes were clear, the pitch perfect, the vibrato sublime. Gypsy was small. She was abused. She was blind. The one thing that she had going for her was her voice. Over time, she had worked hard to turn her vocals into sheer perfection. She had no other skills. Just her voice. The acoustics of the stone castle amplified the radiant, otherworldly music and no doubt the entirety of The Hollows would hear her song. Gypsy would stay curled around Indigo, his head pulled into her lap. Her soft, pink pads would never stop the gentle, soothing stroking as she sought to pull him back from his nightmare and into the waking world with her. "Gypsy"
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**Gypsy's past is full of some extreme abuse. Be warned.**
Indigo may enter any of Gypsy's threads as he sees fit.
Indigo may enter any of Gypsy's threads as he sees fit.