strawberry wine

Gypsy was mostly quiet, even as he thanked her she squeezed his arm ins response, finding no words were needed. She really was making huge strides, he could hold her now and she found the affection comfortable instead of repulsive. It felt good to have earned her trust so thoroughly. He liked the strawberries, but he enjoyed being out here with her even more. She could see their surroundings but he knew she could appreciate the soft grass and the floral scents around them. It was good for her to get out of her rooms too, he knew she didn’t like to be a burden, but he did like to just have her company, he wanted strawberries but he wanted a quiet walk with Gypsy too.

He tilted his head curiously and watched her features as the skin beneath her white fur grew bright red. That warmth seemed to take a quite turn to fear, her expression changed and as she spoke he heard the same desperation that had been there when she asked for him to keep her from her father. ”You don’t have to,” he promised her quietly, forgetting the strawberries as he carefully wrapped his arms around her again. ”I won’t let go of you Gypsy.” Now that she allowed him to hold her like this he wasn’t going to let go. Like his possessive father he had decided Gypsy was his, to protect, keep safe, and show her the joys that life had to offer that she had been denied for so long. He’d show her that she could be loved. Not just by him, Duchess and Segin… even Emersyn were as devoted to seeing her thrive as Indigo.

Indigo nuzzled into the soft white fur behind her ear as he made his promise, he wouldn’t ever let her father touch her again, not as long as he had breath in his body. This sweet little angel of a woman wouldn’t know that pain ever again, he’d make sure of it.