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She didn’t pull away from his gentle affections, he already knew she trusted him deeply but he didn’t want to have to press her. Indigo knew she had a difficult past that didn’t need to be relieved because he couldn’t remain proper and mannerly. He tried to encourage her in his own way, trying not to become too preoccupied as he gazed down at her as she chuckled at him softly. He perked when she spoke and didn’t really expect her answer, but he liked to hear her say it all the same. Indigo continued to stroke the back of her neck softly and slowly, affectionate and supportive as she went on. Her shining silver eyes looking up at him sightlessly.

Gypsy allowed him to have a glimpse into a moment of her past, though he hated to hear her father mentioned he listened as she spoke and appreciated the dreamy expression that played over her features. Then she asked him about goats. Indigo had to admit he hadn’t ever considered the usefulness of them, but then again he wasn’t the biggest fan of the alpacas, perhaps that was what caused him to turn a blind eye. The way Gypsy spoke about them though, they sounded like the perfect animal for her and perhaps the band. They could carry packs and be added nutrition. In milk and extra kids. A livestock to bring along with them.

He grinned slightly as she squeezed his arm, despite everything he could still feel an almost child like innocence within her despite everything she had been forced through. She was precious and he would never discard his unofficial title of angel for the tiny girl. ”I think we should try and find a whole herd of goats,” he told her softly, always eager to give in to her little requests. She deserved the world and Indigo would do his best to provide. And yes still he held back his affection, more than anything he wanted her comfortable and happy.

Indigo Arcturus Fatalis