i met you in the dark

He hadn’t been this close to anyone in ages. Growing up in such a large, disjointed family with all of them sharing one space that wasn’t nearly large enough to comfortably suit them all, he had grown used to the feeling of bodies beside him. The warmth, the scent of someone else beside him, the sound of breathing in his ears. It was oddly comforting just to be with someone again and the longer he laid here against Indigo’s side the more grateful he was for the man’s presence. It was like a reminder of what he had once been. How many times had his sisters leaned into him as he sheltered them in the small corners and shadows of the cave, nursing their wounds, soothing their fears? Now he was the one in their position, beaten and broken. But when he needed them they ran, left him for dead.

Segin leaned more firmly into Indigo’s side, tucking his face away into push violet fur, as if hiding would give him some reprieve from the thoughts he had been running from. With the sound of the rain continuing to pour outside, the warmth of his new found companion bringing life back into his bones, and the warm, herb tinged scent of the healer beside him filling his nose he was able to push the truths away as if Indigo’s presence alone was what he needed to crawl himself out of the hole he had fallen into.

The question of if he had anywhere to go when the storm ended made his ear twitch toward Indigo as a sign of recognition, though he didn’t immediately lift his head to look at him. His home was gone. He was alone. Completely alone. Segin reluctantly lifted his face away from the warm fur he had hidden himself in, his bright, silver gaze finding a singular portion of Indigo’s. He quietly shook his head no, suddenly feeling the crushing thought of having to be on his own again once the time came for them to part ways. But it couldn’t be helped. He knew nothing about this healer and he had no reason to care about him either. Yet it felt like he did. Somehow in his quiet gestures and kind words it truly felt like he cared. But why would he? It felt impossible for this strong, capable wolf that he was leaned against to care that much for a frail scrap of a wolf like him.