Having grey hair at forty-seven was something Indigo never imagined would happen to him, especially as that descendants aged quite slowly but then again, he never imagined that he would be in the middle of a lovers riff either.
"Your Majesty!" He greeted his master, his tone extremely formal as if he wanted to remind the man who draped on the chair, of his position in this organization.
Xaloc's long black hair was in a ponytail and he wore a loose black robe as he lazed on the chair. He pretended not to hear the thousand and one hidden meanings in those two words and said coldly, "Report!"
And Indigo began his daily task of reporting the whereabouts of the leader of the Einherjer, who he talked down to, down to what he ate for breakfast and how many times he sneezed. It was not so difficult for Indigo to do. As per their contract, they provided the other party with a prime l; location to build and stay whenever they came to Atlantis.
