Standing Still

Cosette was obviously weary physically and otherwise. Indigo hadn’t been spending much time with her, nor did he have any idea where she was most of the time, that thought alone made him worry. Rue crossed his mind as relief came flooding in when he found her safe and well. He was sure she could have been doing better, he wasn’t sure what was occupying her time but it wasn’t being kind. Cosette leaned into his affection as he nuzzled into her soft warm fur. She didn’t resist or balk, and seemed to settle comfortably beside him.

”Just okay?” He asked with a tilt of his head and concerned look as he pulled his nose from her shoulder and lowered himself to the ground beside her. Indigo rested on his elbows so they were of a closer height. Silently he willed her to go on, but wouldn’t press her for anything she wasn’t ready to tell him. ”What could I do to improve your evening?” He asked her softly, giving her full reign of his time.

”I’m better with you here,” He teased her lightly, never truly comfortable answering the question himself. Was there a moment he actually felt good about where he was and what was going on in the world around him? There was always some sorrow, some trauma, or strife that infected his life.

Indigo Arcturus Fatalis