He pushed himself to his feet in a smooth, fluid motion, mouth twitching into the faintest of smiles. "Yes, well, I suppose I should say that you're welcome." he replied, dipping his head to her for a moment. "And good luck, Indigo." his gaze lingered on them for a long, quiet moment.
Indigo just hummed in reply, their mouth thinning into a straight line. Avoiding his gaze, their eyes drooped. Soon she had her head buried in their arms, and drifted back to sleep.
He got up and left after a moment, closing the door quietly behind him as he did, leaving Indigo alone in the bedroom.
(Hmm I could do another dream?)
(sounds good! Sorry for the wait, I'm on Vacation!)
(No worries, have fun)
(thanks!)
It was dark for a long time. Indigo became aware of this darkness, staring into it, a mere spirit inside the hollowness of a skull, with no skin that would illuminate the darkness of their mind. Perhaps the darkness was all there was to it, all there was to illuminate.
But then, something shifted. Dead, golden eyes peered into them, conscious yet unconscious. A pale, waxy complexion, dark hair falling over it. That was when the fear pierced through Indigo’s heart. It was just a face. That’s all it was. A cold, dead face. There was no sound, no feeling, no nothing. Just the face in the dark.
Blood poured from every crevice. The mouth, the eyes, the nose. The skin stretched over the skin as if being pulled by the bone underneath, the nose eroded away, and the eye sockets deepened.
The face smiled.
Indigo bolted upright with a gasp, left panting and groggy from the dream. No, not a dream— a nightmare. Was he already haunting her subconscious? Was their guilt that great? Or was this supposed to tell them something? Indigo tried to compose herself, calm her breaths.
(i,,,, am not sure how to respond lol)
(Yeah I was debating whether or not to have Indigo wake up, would adding that help?)
(it might? still not sure what i would respond with. Maybe Arabelle coming back in to take Indigo the safehouse?)
(I mean, I’m cool with that ^^)
(alright, that work, then!)
(It has been edited)
(thanks!)
Arabelle had just come in the room when Indigo awoke, and she paused, watching the young person with concern in her gaze. "Indigo?" she questioned, approaching Indigo quietly. "Are you alright?" she was not sure if perhaps she had awoken Indigo, or if Indigo had awoken on her own. Either way, they seemed upset, and she wanted ot help.
Indigo was forced to put her thoughts aside when they heard someone enter. Their eyes flickered to Arabelle as she ran her fingers through her hair. “Oh, Arabelle.” They let out a breath. “‘M fine. Just a nightmare. ‘S nothing.”
Arabelle watched her for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. I'm here to take you to the safehouse, if you're ready." she responded, her gaze resting on Indigo still. "You have your papres, yes?"
She straightened. “Oh, the safehouse, right. Yes,” Indigo stood up, gathering the papers with her binder and shawl. They then moved over to Arabelle, waiting patiently for her.
Arabelle flashed them a quick smile, then led the way out into those shadowy halls again. "We're going to head straight out of the palace. It's…hectic." she said slowly. "The prince's death is…well."
“Mm…” Indigo nodded. They tried not to think about their nightmare. Following Arabelle out into the halls, she wrapped her shawl around themself and kept her head down.
(Lil bump)
(sorry again!!)
Arabelle led them through the passageways, this time taking a different route than before. "You'll need to avoid suspicioun. Don't say anything about the prince, his death hasn't…it hasn't been spread yet. The only people who know are a very small group within the castle, since…well, it obviously isn't a case of just drinking too much." her words took on a slightly sardonic twist. Riven was young, and Fae. He wouldn't die like this without foul play.
(It’s alright! I was getting worried tho ^^;)
“Right,” Indigo murmured. Their eyes wandered about the corridors as they walked, and she decided to pull her shawl over their head to cover their face.
Arabelle continued to lead them, her gaze focused as she wove through the corridors. "Just…try to be as uninteresting as possible. Be invisible. Not actually, of course, but…be just bland enough most people won't notice you. Don't be so unnoticable as to be strange, but don't be noticeable. If that makes sense."
Indigo just blinked in confusion. “Um, is this good?” She held out their hands, showing off their drab chiton and the gray shawl that covered her head. “I’ve been the most uninteresting person my entire life. I think I’ll be fine.”
Arabelle blinked at them. "Your clothes are fine. It is only your behavior I meant. If you stand out too much, they will notice. If there is nothing interesting about you whatsoever, they will also notice." she replied, still leading Indigo through the corridors.
Indigo laughed a little and lowered their hands. “I see. Well then. Interesting, but not too interesting.”
Really, being uninteresting is all she knew how to be. It was kind of the point of being a slave. Then again, she had been given more freedom while the prince had owned them, so maybe they wouldn’t be so bad at being a normal person.
"Precisely." she said, leading Indigo through a door and out into a small, shaded courtyard that clearly was seldom used. The flagstones were cracking, with plants and moss growing up between them, the age of the place evident and obvious to the eye. "We're nearly out." she said, leading through the courtyard and out another door.
She nodded, blinking to adjust to the light when the door was opened. Luckily the area was shaded. Indigo looked around, trying to keep their breath slow and steady. Certainly they were in a much older area of the palace, an area she wasn’t acquainted with. Indigo instinctively kept their footsteps light and soft.