(oh oof yeah i did wonder about that)
(i mean either option works? i just thought if they were still with the rebellion it would be easier to RP through the interim between her running away and the coup happening, bc i could use Lor/other rebellion characters to interact with Indigo. but yeah like. she would have to be willing to stay with the rebellion or rejoin them or something)
(Yeahhh. It’s just the fact that she has these personal goals that makes staying more difficult. They would want to accomplish those goals first before they start thinking about rebellion or social change, because they want to establish an identity for themselves that’s outside of their social rank as a ‘human’ slave. But that could take literal years, so uh)
(yeah that makes sense. mayyybe she goes to them and says that since she did this for them they need to protect her, but she doesn't join them? like. they get put into one of the rebellion's safehouses, but they aren't part of the rebellion?)
(Uhh ig that works? I mean, I can see them doing that)
(i mean if that's okay with you! i don't wanna pressure you if it doesn't feel like something that Indigo would do, I'm just trying to come up with stuff to further the plot lol)
(Oh no i totally get that, I really appreciate you coming up the idea ^^ I can definitely extrapolate a motivation and thought process from these actions, so yeah we can go with it)
( :) thanks! alright perfect!)
Riven eventually grabbed a book and flopped down on the couch, and poured himself a glass of wine from the poisoned bottle, setting the bottle back down and recorking it, before leaning back against the couch cushions and opening his book.
Indigo waited, studying him. It wasn’t too hard. The amount of time she had been asleep now made them quite energetic now, though it made this a little boring. She just kept their eyes on the glass, and busied themself by picking at her nails.
As he read, he sipped at the wine, not seeming to notice the poison in it, nor the way it began to seep into his body and his bloodstream.
Indigo smiled to themself. Closing the door, she stood and went over to write another letter to Lor, making sure to document the exact time of consumption.
He cleared his throat faintly, still reading and sipping at the wine. When he had finished that glass, he poured himself another.
Indigo sat back and stared. The letter wasn’t finished, as there was a certain piece of information she wanted to include. They glanced back over to the door, then went back over and cracked it open as quietly as they could.
Riven was starting to look vaguely uncomfortable, now halfway through the second glass. He kept shifting in his seat, pulling at his clothing as if it was constricting him.
Indigo studied the prince, emotionless, then glanced to the wine bottle and the wine glass. It seemed that he had gotten seconds… she decided to wait a bit more, to see how much else he would drink.
He eventually finished the second glass, and now seemed just a little uncomfortable. He closed his book and set it down, along with the wine glass, and stood up. He went over to his bedroom, changed into pajamas, and got into his bed, curling up beneath the blankets.
Indigo waited. When the prince went to his bedroom, leaving the wineglass behind, she retreated into her room as well. They wrote down the amount and finished the letter.
Should she send it now? Where would Lor be at this time? They didn’t really want to go back to the secret headquarters, last time had been really anxiety inducing. Indigo sighed, folding up the letter. At least by today or tomorrow, they promised herself.
He let out a slow, quiet breath, eyes slowly flickering shut.
Her eyes drifted to the floor tiles. After opening one, leading to the secret compartment underneath, they took out the bag and started counting the vials inside. There were plenty, so if he lived, they could do as Lor said. For now, it was back to waiting.
(Timeskip?)
He eventually fell asleep, laying in his bed with the blankets pulled up around him. It was slightly abnormal behavior for him; he usually didn't go to sleep so fast.
(Ye ye ^^)
(alright, want me to handle it?)
(Uh yeah hehe)
(alright!)
Riven did not wake up in the morning. He wasn't dead, but his breathing was raspy and he was curled in a tight little ball under the blankets, body trembling and jerking every now and again.
Indigo woke up early, probably as a result of sleeping so much during the day. Slowly, thoughts took shape in her mind, and they decided to check on the prince first. Rolling out of bed and putting on their binder, she wandered out of their room.
When she saw him, she thought he was, in fact, dead. But only at first. They inched closer and saw him tremble, and her shoulders sagged in disappointment.
“Prince…?” They asked hesitantly, thinking that she should at least pretend to be somewhat concerned. “Are you awake? Should I call for someone?”
Riven's eyes cracked open, and fixed on them after a long moment. "Yes." was all he said, not bothering to make the effort to say anything else to Indigo, which was different than usual.