what if the storm ends

Sleep eventually took him, despite everything and his mind refusing the rest he slept for a long time. Recovering physically was easy, recovering metally would take time and he didn’t feel like his heart would ever recover. When daybreak came after everything Indigo did not feel new and refreshed. He was alone as he blinked open his eyes. Emersyn was likely picking up his slack, patrolling and keeping an eye while he did not. Could not. He grit his teeth as the pain washed over him and he was greeted with the memory of Aslatiel’s words and confession. Of the vision of her cutting him down, tearing out his heart, and spitting on his remains.

He buried his head back into his paws, wanting to return to sleep so he could ignore the terrors that welcomed him to wakefulness. Indigo felt lost, unable to function, like his world was ending. Indigo groaned into his arm as he fought against the storm inside of him.


Indigo Fatalis