Know How To Make Me Cry

She warned him that she would go if Draco called for her, so now especially with their relationship so strained he shouldn’t have been surprised that she did exactly as she said. Surprise and uncertainty were drowned out by the rage he felt at the scene. There were no thoughts until he heard Duch’s voice and she threw herself in between himself and the dead and dying man. Out of breath, uncertain of what he had just done, and taken off guard by Duchess and her reaction he lifted himself to his paws and backed away.

She sobbed into bloodied fur and Indy realized there was no return from what he had done. His sabers were coated in blood along with his chest. Much like the image of himself when he had killed the saber cat in front of Duch, now he took the life of her tormentor. Indigo looked away, silent as she cried over the first man she thought she loved. The Fatalis wasn’t fooled though, he knew she mourned an evil man, she acted against his wishes, he didn’t feel bad about going against hers.

This felt different from the moments after he killed the hunter in pursuit of Emersyn. This battle was much more personal, and Indigo learned a lot since his belly had been ripped open. He lowered his head as he breathed deeply, catching his breath as the adrenaline left him. There was no guilt or remorse, oddly he almost felt better. Satisfied with himself. The dark thought was unsettling. Indigo shook his massive frame, blood splattered on the ground as she shook his coat. There was only one liquid worse than water to be soaked in. He tried to ignore it as his sapphire gaze returned to Duchess. There was nothing here for them now, she was clinging to a corpse.

"Indigo Fatalis"