Deeper Than The Scars

Indigo was doing his best to hold himself together in the wake of his sister’s passing. Even after they had finally been allowed to be together the bliss could not last. Indy had felt the inevitable for a long time, even before Asla had gotten sick. He knew that happiness was not meant to last, nothing in his life ever did. Whenever he turned around he was forced into another tragedy.

To his benefit and detriment Aslatiel’s death was slow and the end predictable, he was able to come to terms over the time he had left with her. Still, that fact did not help how much it hurt to have her taken from him. The sun did not shine as bright, the sky was more dull, the bird’s songs were all solemn instead of joyful. Indigo struggled every morning he woke to get up and keep moving.

Today was no different. Indigo was awake, mentally attempting to pull himself together for the day. He was alone now. Aslatiel was gone, his daughter was gone, his family was all dying around him. What was left for him? He sighed heavily, wondering how long he might be able to remain there when the gentle touch of Duchess revived his senses.

He froze, uncertain how to react, but it was easier to turn off his brain and just enjoy and accept the understanding touch of another. He could forget about their history for a moment and accept the small gesture of humanity that he was desperately missing from his life.

Indigo Arcturus Fatalis