"Matesprit?" The other Subjugglator asked. Rufio looked between the two of them, also confused.
"Yes. MY motherfucking MATESPRIT." Makarin said, crossing his arms. "Now get the fuck out of my room and if you say anything to anyone, I will cull you." Rufio looked at the younger troll, a smirk forming on his face.
"Is that motherfucking true, shitblood?" He nodded, not sure as to why Makarin was protecting him but he decided that it would be better to go with what the highblood was saying. This did not please the young Subjugglator but at the moment, Rufio really didn't give a fuck. He was safe because the Indigo King was lying for him.
"Call him that again and you will die. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM!" The Grand Highblood yelled. Rufio watched the other indigo troll practically fly from the room, the heavy wooden doors slamming behind him.
"Motherfucking Messiahs, he's annoying." He said as he walked over to the bed, medicines in hand.
"Makarin…" Rufio said softly. "Why did you tell him that I'm your matesprit?" That seemed to get Makarin's attention. Rufio watched his reaction closely, analyzing every movement as the older troll looked up at him, those indigo eyes filled with an unreadable emotion.
"I was just trying to protect my friend." He said, looking toward Rufio's chest before starting on cleaning the wounds. That alone let the flying troll know that Makarin wasn't telling him everything. Rufio put his hand over Makarin's larger one.
"What's the real reason?" Those bright indigo eyes met his and Rufio could tell now that the unreadable emotion in Makarin's eyes was fear. He wasn't sure of what that meant. Makarin is the king of Subjugglators, the most feared race of trolls and he was afraid.
"I want you to be my matesprit…" Makarin said softly, so softly that Rufio almost didn't hear him. He looked back down to the wounds he was cleaning, taking care so he didn't touch them with his claws. Rufio sat frozen in shock. The Grand Highblood wanted him for his Matesprit.
The room fell quiet as Makarin worked on cleaning and bandaging the wounds the covered Rufio's body. Once he finished with the wounds, Makarin pulled away. Rufio could see the hurt and fear in the other troll's motions.
"Makarin… I'm sorry… I just…" He paused, trying to find the right words when Makarin spoke up.
"I know you don't have flushed feelings for me and that's okay. Can we still be friends?" He asked, putting the bottles away.
"Makarin… I… Of course we are still friends!" Rufio smiled, climbing off the bed. This was a perfect turn of events. This was going to make his rebellion so much easier to accomplish. He walked over to Makarin but stopped short when he saw the pained smile on his face. "I should go…" He whispered, rubbing his less injured arm. He closed his eyes, some sort of pain in his chest but he decided to ignore it.
"I'll show you out. There is a way to bypass the other wings and avoid the Subjugglators." The indigo troll said, leading a silent Rufio over to his closet where there was a secret door.
" Just follow the path and it will lead you right to the bottom of this tower." Rufio looked up at him and then back at the door before leaving through it. He followed the path and ended up in the woods behind the castle-hive, by a waterfall. Seeing as his wings were still torn to shreds, he started to walk back to the training grounds. It was hard to see in the light of the sun but he made it back with enough time to get a couple hours of sleep before having to wake again and train.
Rufio was given a couple weeks off from training so he didn't injure himself further. He refused to tell the nurse what happened but all of his men new that his wounds were Mindfang's work. They never questioned what happened though. The weekly meetings he had with Makarin continued, though they became awkward. Makarin hardly spoke unless there was something he had been asked to discuss with Rufio.
"It's getting close to time for it to start." He whispered to Makarin, who simply nodded. "We'll need those supplies and weapons that you promised me." Again, the older troll just nodded.
"Are you sure this is okay, Makarin? I'm not going to force you to help me with the rebellion."
"No! It's perfectly okay. I want to help." Makarin said, looking up at the winged troll. "I believe that this will work and I want to be part of it." He smiled, the first Rufio had seen in weeks. The smile was immediately replaced with a frown, though and Rufio felt… Hurt? No no no… Makarin's feeling were useful to him. He could manipulate them. That's all this was.