My Head Was Under Water

This was much different than the last time they fully faced each other and met. Duchess had been blind, and Indigo was in a sort of unrepairable condition. Duchess was in a much worst state then too, and she wondered just how Indigo had grown since that last time. It wasn't perfect and she wasn't even sure if it better. She didn't feel better herself, her usual tone edged on suicidal at worst and emotionless at best. But she wasn't lost in the fresh wound that the babies left her and Indigo. Yes, she related the both of them to the loss, not just herself.

Her chest almost ached as he flinched at her touch, and he had little of response to her coming. But she wasn't who she was just that short while ago, she wasn't going to break down and crumble beneath him. Only looking at him for a few seconds after he spoke, she laid down on her side beside him, her cheek resting on the ground as she looked forward into his face. She didn't say anything for a few moments, just looked into him even if he wasn't looking back at her. Her eyes scanned over his neck and chest, and it only made her crave him more. Maybe she thought if they were together again, she wouldn't feel the way she did or maybe she wouldn't be going out and looking to bed with nearly every man she met. She bit her lip as her eyes looked back at him, maybe she was laying here without word or action for too long before her paw rose again and went to pull at the front of his neck and shoulder, like she could pull herself into him.

"Duchess"