the distance from me to where you'd be

An enjoyable vacation was out of the question. Aslatiel felt tension and anger still left over from meeting Indigo's band. That purple bitch had dared to touch Indigo in front of her before sulking like a child. It was clear that she was the submissive type while Asla was nothing but dominant. Was that why Indigo liked the woman? Because she was a weak little flower that he could take care of? These and other similar thoughts kept Aslatiel from sleeping deeply, so when Indigo stirred and left her side, oh... she knew.

The anger that had burned within the Reaper flared to life and she was tempted to follow Indigo to find out what was so fucking important, but she stopped herself from doing so. No matter how much of a soft hearted dolt her brother was, she still loved him. Because he loved him, she would try really, really hard to keep herself from reducing his band to a pile of blood and viscera.

She stayed awake the whole night, the miasma of emotions within her not allowing her to sleep. It was only when morning came that he returned to her side. He'd been away all night and she was truly hurt by this. Thankfully, the hurt was out shadowed by anger. Indigo curled up beside her like he'd never been gone and Aslatiel scoffed, her nose wrinkling. The small fae pulled away from him, standing to stalk off and pace a bit. Fire burned in Aslatiel's glittering purple eyes and the scowl on her face wrinkled the scars upon her. "We're finally able to be together without hiding anything and you leave me for the entire night to what? Go off with one of your band mates?" She made no attempt to hide the fury in her voice as she spoke. "Was it the woman that touched you?" He didn't smell like he'd fucked anyone, so what then would be so important that he would leave her side on their very first night together? What was more important than she was?

"Aslatiel Fatalis"