i met you in the dark
05-29-2021, 12:05 PM
Indigo already got a smile from him, and that almost meant more than being allowed to bring him to the safety of the hallows. He knew how much sorrow attracted sorrow, but already Indigo was eager to call him his. He fit well as his side, and would similarly have a place within the smaller group he was forming around himself. The misfits that fate brought to him. The lost souls he felt most connected to. The sweet wolves who needed someone to see them, to care about them, and help rekindle a fire for life. That was what Indigo wanted most, to see fire in their eyes again.
Segin insisted he wouldn’t worry about a meal for now, but Indigo was ready to see him properly cared for. Indigo wouldn’t press his own opinion, but at least Segin wouldn’t lose his life over waiting on his next meal. Not when the Hallows were so close. Indy’s attention was easily focused on what he could do right now. Clean up Segin and his poor paws. There were knicks, cuts, and bruises all down him but his paws needed the most attention.
Indigo carefully took a paw in his own looking over the cracks carefully, ”As long as you cleaned them well before that should have worked. Shame the storm came in so fast.” Gently, but without thinking of asking permission, Indigo began to clean Segin’s dark paw pads with his tongue. He pulled back slightly when he was satisfied, ”you’ve been running a long time, haven’t you?” Indigo’s voice was soft as he hid how much the thought hurt his heart. Indigo would keep Segin safe, and he wouldn’t have to run anymore. Reluctantly Indigo pulled away so he could get into the herbs he’d tucked away earlier, bringing out his own head of horsetail and a bit of the dandelion root he’d separated before Segin appeared.
Indigo mixed the plants together, mostly by chewing them until they were a nice paste to spread into Segin’s paws. Indigo massaged the mixture into his broken toes with great care, remaining curled tightly around him so the mottled man wouldn’t get that chill Indigo spoke about. But also because Indigo found himself simply enjoying being so close.
Segin insisted he wouldn’t worry about a meal for now, but Indigo was ready to see him properly cared for. Indigo wouldn’t press his own opinion, but at least Segin wouldn’t lose his life over waiting on his next meal. Not when the Hallows were so close. Indy’s attention was easily focused on what he could do right now. Clean up Segin and his poor paws. There were knicks, cuts, and bruises all down him but his paws needed the most attention.
Indigo carefully took a paw in his own looking over the cracks carefully, ”As long as you cleaned them well before that should have worked. Shame the storm came in so fast.” Gently, but without thinking of asking permission, Indigo began to clean Segin’s dark paw pads with his tongue. He pulled back slightly when he was satisfied, ”you’ve been running a long time, haven’t you?” Indigo’s voice was soft as he hid how much the thought hurt his heart. Indigo would keep Segin safe, and he wouldn’t have to run anymore. Reluctantly Indigo pulled away so he could get into the herbs he’d tucked away earlier, bringing out his own head of horsetail and a bit of the dandelion root he’d separated before Segin appeared.
Indigo mixed the plants together, mostly by chewing them until they were a nice paste to spread into Segin’s paws. Indigo massaged the mixture into his broken toes with great care, remaining curled tightly around him so the mottled man wouldn’t get that chill Indigo spoke about. But also because Indigo found himself simply enjoying being so close.
Warning: Indigo should be considered a Mature Character.