Don't Look Through The Curtains

She held on to him just as she would if he were Indigo, the affection he gave her put her at ease even though her body was still at his will in his arms. She didn't let it out, instead just laid there in the ocean of emotions waiting for them to subside. They would eventually. The few tears he pulled away would stay gone, but internally she knew she wasn't right, she was still holding herself back from what really needed to be addressed. Not that it was really anything Segin should concern himself with.

Her teeth grit as she stayed in his embrace, but she relaxed as he started speaking again and her gaze moved to meet his. Listening to more of Segin's story still didn't set right with her, she still felt bad for everything that had happened to him. But there was simply nothing they could do to change the past. Duchess herself wouldn't have seen herself crawling under Segin after Indigo, or while with Indigo, even though it happened. So she couldn't relate to his coping method. But she was actually incredibly offended when he said she may have needed real love. She wasn't outward about it, but her brows furrowed and she bit her lip as he explained.

She wouldn't push him away though, and waited for him to finish speaking. She wasn't one to cut someone off, she had learned better before. A breath left her that she didn't realize she was holding in while she spoke, "I love Indigo." She confessed bluntly but with a soft voice. She had jumped quickly into Indigo's arms after her fall out with Draco, and she was incredibly desperate to feel like she was needed again. She needed an emotional dependency after she had been abandoned. Segin could have been right about needing the emotional connection, but Duchess was beyond blinded by what she thought she needed.

She took another deep breath, her tense muscles relaxing as she went to say more, "It's just that-" She cut herself off, not wanting to tell anyone about the other woman. The stranger in the Armada. Though Segin already knew about that, or at least the deeper details of the woman. "I don't really want to talk about it." She didn't want to just leave him on an empty note. Her head carefully dropped down onto the stone surface below them while everything outside the falls was mute, just the echoing sounds of the pounding water and the dripping sugar crystals. Her paws gently ran through the fur of his chest to distract herself from the other emotions she wanted to keep at bay.

"Duchess"