i met you in the dark

Segin had been running, running from whatever he had left. Indigo knew he was alone, there wasn’t anything left. Indy could imagine what it was that he left, but it all boiled down to sorrow and loss. He could feel it in every inch of his form, he relaxed but Indy could feel the tension that remained. Segin was lost, Indy couldn’t say that he was scared, but he did know that Segin needed him. Not just to see to his paws, which were dried, cracked, and had been bleeding. There was something else, something that Indigo hadn’t given any thought to before, but as they remained close and the man pressed closer he was realizing his own flurry of emotions.

Indigo wanted to hold him, not just to keep him warm and dry. The thought, the urge, was unlike anything he’d ever felt for another man. The Fatalis decided to ignore it, Segin was wounded and sick; he needed someone to hold and comfort him. To help restore his broken body and hopefully his poor soul. Even as the thoughts swirled in Indy’s head and chest Segin pulled himself closer. The feeling of his features nuzzling into his mane let Indigo catch a sense of peace. Like he was really truly helping the man in more ways than just seeing to his paws.

Segin leaned further against him, his soft voice offering a tiny thank you. There was more than just a grateful heart in those words. The mottled man stepped into the cave like he was worthless and on death's doorstep. Now, with only a little bit of time together, he was already reaching for hope again. There was a light returning to his eyes and as the man leaned forward into him and placed a timid kiss on his cheek Indigo could feel the spark inside reigniting. More than that Indigo felt his own heart jump and sputter at the affection.

Indigo wasn't blind to the hurt, pain and damage in Segin. He didn't know how deep this affection went, but he knew he couldn’t take advantage of anything he felt below the surface. He settled himself inwardly, taking control over his emotions like he’d been trying to for so long. He did better and worse depending on the day and he was trying so hard to do better today. Segin helped, he was a distraction, curiosity, and kindred soul. ”You’re welcome.” He returned with a grin and leaned forward to gently kiss his violet painted forehead. He curled a little tighter around him protectively and put his head over Segin’s possessively. Indigo wouldn’t say it, but much like his father before him the determined thought of mine dominated his mind.