My Head Was Under Water

Not much had changed for Indigo at the point that Duchess crossed the threshold of his den. Every day was a struggle and he was fighting with everything there was left. Even that didn’t feel like would be enough, the damage was just too great. He found solace in those around him, but even that couldn’t outweigh the mass on his heart. Couldn’t make him forget the sorrow he felt.

Maybe now he could breathe a little easier, but nothing went how he intended or desired, and the future looked murky at best. What he knew was that he would find no good in relenting to Duch’s advances. The thought was a tiny one as she quietly lay beside him in the darkness, no more words exchanged between them. He allowed her to stay, really he rather her here he could keep an eye on her. He told Emersyn that Duch needed help, that he couldn’t provide what she needed, but he still felt himself trying. That did not include indulging in physical pleasures. That was what got them here and Indigo wouldn’t use it to try and get out.

He very nearly fell back asleep when she pulled herself closer. He felt her paws over his fur as Duchess pressed herself against him. Indigo sighed softly and shifted his head so he was holding it over her protectively, but he didn’t move his arms to hold her. He cared about her, he cared enough about her to say no now.

Indigo Arcturus Fatalis