i met you in the dark

Segin had no one. The wolf he loved was killed in front of him, by their own father. Indigo had trouble comprehending the cruelty of the world. Segin’s dark story, Gypsy’s, Duch’s. They all broke his heart and urged him on the path he needed to take. Indigo wanted to help his wolves find happiness, again or for the first time in their lives. The young Fatalis felt even closer to Segin’s story. There was relative acceptance when he told anyone about his relationship with Aslatiel, not that he confessed very often. Not after his own father’s reaction to how he really felt inside.

He could feel the tension and pain as he held Segin and the man clung to him tighter. They shifted to be chest to chest, much easier for Indigo to wrap his arms around the smaller man’s shoulders. Indigo vowed silently that he wouldn’t allow any more of these hurts to touch him. Segin was all but his and Indigo refused to let him be injured again. He couldn’t change the past but he could change Segin’s future. For now he only held tight, promising that he wouldn’t be let go. That he could relax and feel safe here in Indy’s arms.

They didn’t have to spend much time together for Indigo to feel attached. He struggled with the feeling of attraction, having never experienced the feelings for another man. This wasn’t the time to explore them, Segin needed support and healing. Both of which Indy would give with no hesitation. He just wanted Segin’s smile, his relaxation and comfort after such a hard life lived. Eventually Segin spoke again even if he didn’t need to. His voice was grateful but Indigo could already feel the emotions as they held to one another.

Indigo’s bright sapphire eyes met Segin’s tarnished silver gaze. Indigo couldn’t help but see the brokenness in his features, the desperation there as he struggled internally. Indigo wore a soft smile as he tried to encourage Segin, and forget about his own deep seated emotions. The man had already returned Indigo’s kindness with his closeness and simple presence. He hated to be alone, and Segin’s willingness to lay with him did more than he could ever know.

”I just want to see your smile.” Indigo returned as he withheld the urge to offer Segin more affection. He felt a nervousness in his belly that was far too similar to the emotions that Duchess roused in him. Instead of another kiss, Indigo surprised himself with how tempted he was but kept his resolve. Segin needed food, sleep, and warmth, not uncertain affection from a stranger. He’d already been hurt so much Indigo couldn’t stand the thought of causing more strife. ”We’re more alike than not. My father…” He paused, barely believing he was about to make his confession to this stranger, but he felt like Segin would be most understanding of all. ”My father found my sister and I kissing. He… is so much different than your sire, but he forbid us from being together. Being apart from her is like separating myself in half. Part of me is always with her and I struggle to keep myself together when I’m alone.” Indigo tried to explain, finding himself much less eloquent than Segin. ”Misfits and Orphans find me, like you did earlier. Broken wolves find their way into my arms and when I hold onto you… It’s almost like I'm whole again.” Almost. He would never be complete without Aslatiel. ”You’ve already repaid me by just being… here.” Indigo whispered as he nuzzled against Segin’s cheek and attempted to squeeze him a little tighter, hopeful that his jumbled words wouldn't drive Segin away.