My Head Was Under Water

It wasn't that she didn't notice Indigo's true disinterest, it was more than she didn't care. But being held in his embrace was once enough for her. It was the last time she spent a time like this with him when she was blind, and also before when she had lost the pups. Not anymore. She was a different woman now, and probably not for the better.

She inhaled sharply as she was chest to chest with Indigo, maybe feeling entirely different than he was. But really, she was hurting just as much as he was at least to the thought of their dead babies. She was just covering up the pain irresponsibly and it would one day catch up to ruin her completely. None of that, none of it was Indigo's fault.

She would have reached up to try and kiss him had she been in at a better angle. But instead her paws carefully pushed and pulled at his mane as he tucked himself over her. Her breath was nearly uneasy, she was holding back an urge to cry while she was here like this with him. But she was also fighting her desire, the only reasons she would come to his den. "Please, Indigo." She spoke out quietly, that hurt tone in her voice that was probably no stranger to either of them at this point. "I need you." He may not have known what she was asking, or it was so painfully obvious. She truly didn't care, and it seemed she didn't care about the way he felt either. She could go days, weeks, months not even looking in his direction. And here she was, acting like this was also what he desired and would help him. She didn't expect it to heal all wounds, but she wanted him to have that sense of relief like she had if only for a moment.

"Duchess"