i met you in the dark

Indigo accepted Segin’s name with a smile instead of a nod since his head was on his paws. The Fatalis man called the thin wolf out on his current state, taking shelter wasn’t going to help him at all if he caught a sickness from the cold water soaking him through. Segin looked a little ashamed of himself, dark ears lowered to his skull. Like he’d been caught hiding his secrets. There was little guess work involved though, he hadn’t been taking great care of himself, and Indy noticed if only because of Duchess and Gypsy. They were alone in the world and he’d learned the signs from experience with them. He looked like he’d lost all hope, he didn’t care about himself and thus allowed his body to fall into disrepair. He wouldn’t take long to fall victim to that mentality, apathy would kill him eventually.

He felt a surge of that intense protective instinct flare at the thought, but the only evidence was the way his tail flicked slightly at his hips. Indy curled his tail around him to hide it as Segin hesitated with his offer. Indigo didn’t blame him, he knew what he looked like. He didn’t know what Segin had going on beneath the surface nor what had happened to him, but he felt like he could feel his soul. Sorrow recognized sorrow. Indigo’s assumption was confirmed, a season or so. The words spoken were lifeless, there was no hope remaining. Indigo could practically see his broken heart scattered within his chest cavity.

Surprise crossed his features for only a moment as Segin decided to lift himself to his broken paws and haul himself closer to Indy’s huge frame. He was both similar and so different to the girls he brought home with him. He could see the sadness, the brokeness inside, but he still got to his feet and he was still alive. Segin hadn’t given it completely. The corners of his dark lips pulled back contentedly, but otherwise he remained motionless as the violet marked man settled in beside him.

First there was shock at just how cold Segin was. The rainwater soaked into Indigo’s fur as he helped shouldered the burden. Then the subtle sigh of relief as warmth spread through Segin, Indigo felt a surge of pride. The smaller wolf settled in beside Indy like he belonged there. Indigo wouldn’t ever hesitate to do what he could to alleviate a bit of suffering, he’d felt enough of his own that he took every action he could against it. There was little he could do about his own life, but he felt like he was making a difference in other’s.

Indigo settled slightly, leaning against Segin as he twisted his head to watch the man from the corner of his red marked eye. ”Do you have anywhere to go?” The question was soft and Indy tried not to put emphasis there. He didn’t want Segin to feel obligated to answer. ”After the storm’s through.” He clarified slightly, the conversation reminding him much of what he said to Gypsy after she had been freed from her tether.