far from the tree

Indigo hadn’t been active in the Armada in a very long time, beyond Aslatiel he had distanced himself. It was never his intention to separate from his family, but after the Hallows moved to Auster there was little helping the distance that grew between them. Indigo tried to banish the thought, there was no changing the past. Indigo knew better than most the dangers of exploring ‘what if’ on his own. He knew Mort was doing the same just by the look he gave him. Indy was understanding, how much in his life would he change if he was given the chance?

Mort’s words struck an incredible chord with him. Hikaru was his friend, one who helped to keep him stable on the long road. If Indigo didn’t know exactly how that felt… ”I have friends who do that for me.” He offered thoughtfully, eagerly putting attention to their similarities despite the distance between them. ”Though, they have become much more than friends.” He admitted softly, feeling his face grow flush at the confession.

Indy moved towards Mortis, carefully lowering himself into the hot springs with his brother, eager for the invitation and happy to stay and give Mort some of his time. He didn’t really want to keep him from the cute man that had made his retreat but he did feel a little bit selfish. ”Do you want me to tell you about them?” He asked softly. Hikaru seemed almost exactly to Mort what Duchess and Segin had swiftly become to him. Now he had Em and Gypsy as well, both were an essential part of his life. Emersyn was the wolf who always had his back, and Gypsy helped to carry his burden of sorrow. ”We’ve formed a band, we’re going to travel the world collecting rare herbs and trade as we go.”

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