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Gypsy had known very little kindness in her short life. There had been lovers that had taken pity on her and had taken care with her, but she had still been used to her purpose in the end. A receptacle. An outlet. With Indigo, he gave and expected nothing in return. The type of kindness that he bestowed upon her was something foreign. Something entirely different from what she was used to.

The kiss that Indigo placed upon her brow didn't leave her frightened and anxious. It felt strange, but she didn't want to pull away or recoil in fear as she had done at first. She didn't loosen her grasp upon the man that held her either. Indigo was like a tether. Not like that one that had locked her to the tree where she'd been found, but a different kind of tether. A tether to happiness and safety. She didn't mind being tied to him at all.

Still leaning against Indigo comfortably, Gypsy allowed a little bit of curiosity to squeak past her lips. "I feel so selfish," she admitted softly. "You know so much of me and I know so little of you. Tell me who you are, Indigo." She kept her forelegs wrapped lightly around his while eagerly awaiting an answer.

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