i met you in the dark

As Indigo settled his head over his, completely blocking him from the world with a protectiveness and possessiveness he had never experienced, Segin felt his heart flutter and pound against his chest again. Every little affection or squeeze or embrace tugged at him and added kindling to the desire he knew he shouldn’t pursue. But he wanted to. He tried to push those thoughts away, telling himself that he was in terrible shape, that Indigo probably wasn’t even interested in him in that way, that they had just met and it was too soon. But he hadn’t known any of the other wolves he had been with in the days and weeks that followed his father attacking him, he hadn’t been interested in a man until he got closer with Cygnus, and he wasn’t in much worse condition than he had been in the last few interactions he had been in. There were excuses to explain away any of his reasons.

He could clearly hear Indigo’s beating heart with his cheek pressed to Indigo’s chest, the hard pounding of it loud in his ear. But in a way it was calming. Knowing that he was here was calming. Despite the empty ache of his stomach, the exhaustion that constantly threatened to knock him off his feet, and the cuts and bruises that had still yet to heal, Indigo somehow managed to feel like everything he needed and more. A smile tugged at his lips to the sweet, whispered that were spoken into his ear, the feeling of Indigo’s muzzle against his ear and his deep voice being spoken so quietly sent pleasant tingles across his skin. “Me too,” he said softly in reply, easily ignoring the thunder outside, knowing that he was safe in Indigo’s arms. “I’m glad I’m with you.” He felt like he had to clarify. He didn’t just want to not be alone. He wanted to be with Indigo. He had been in and out of other’s arms before and perhaps he would be again, but Indigo made him feel special and out of anything that’s what he needed most.

One of his paws rested on his chest, his claws gently and absentmindedly combing through the fur there, marveling at the thick, luxurious mane that the man wore. “How many others have you helped?” he asked curiously after a few long moments, trying to take his mind anywhere else besides where it shouldn’t be. “You said misfits and orphans find you so… are there others with you in your pack that you’ve saved?” It felt like he was being brought into a new family, this time made up of lost souls and broken wolves, all held together by this incredible man. He was nervous to meet other wolves and afraid that he wouldn’t actually be of much use to a group, but if it kept him near Indigo he was more than willing to try.