i fell in love with a war
The humidity wasn't always preferable to the endless bite of Halo's cold, especially for one as embittered in it as Icarus has -- he often liked to joke he crawled out of a snowbank instead of a womb -- but sometimes he wanted to feel the sensation of something like and growing under his fingers instead of the endless pain of the wind. Perhaps he'd even make it to the flower festival this year, instead of volunteering for extra patrol duties for others to go: his compatriots have vowed to 'get him drunk for the first time in his soldierly, stick-up-the-ass life,' but if he's going to drink the mead from the flowers' honey, he certainly wouldn't show up empty-handed.
The greenhouse exhales a blast of humidity onto his face, conjuring sweat nearly instantly, and he sheds all his winter layers until he's in the barest of his soldier's garments, arms bare. A few inches of jagged, brutal claw-scar climbs from the low collar of his undershirt, ending just at the base of his throat, but he's too relieved to no longer have humidity of the greenhouse under his layers to pay it any mind.
He exhales, smile bursting across his face as he takes in the bright and beautiful things adorning the place, reaching out a hand to ever-so-gently feel a bright pink petal under his fingers. That is until he sees Deimos, big and broad and commandeering as ever, but with a little baby strapped to his chest. She looks comically small compared to the enormous Warden, but Icarus is too shocked at Deimos' appearance to let a chuckle escape. Instinctually, his body snaps to attention, but a soft, fond smile lingers on his face as his eyes stay glued to the baby. He'd wanted a sister once.
"Sir," He says in that quiet way of his. "Apologies. I didn't know you'd be in here."
The greenhouse exhales a blast of humidity onto his face, conjuring sweat nearly instantly, and he sheds all his winter layers until he's in the barest of his soldier's garments, arms bare. A few inches of jagged, brutal claw-scar climbs from the low collar of his undershirt, ending just at the base of his throat, but he's too relieved to no longer have humidity of the greenhouse under his layers to pay it any mind.
He exhales, smile bursting across his face as he takes in the bright and beautiful things adorning the place, reaching out a hand to ever-so-gently feel a bright pink petal under his fingers. That is until he sees Deimos, big and broad and commandeering as ever, but with a little baby strapped to his chest. She looks comically small compared to the enormous Warden, but Icarus is too shocked at Deimos' appearance to let a chuckle escape. Instinctually, his body snaps to attention, but a soft, fond smile lingers on his face as his eyes stay glued to the baby. He'd wanted a sister once.
"Sir," He says in that quiet way of his. "Apologies. I didn't know you'd be in here."
Icarus
and nobody told me it ended
