i fell in love with a war
Icarus’ shoulders slump a little at Deimos’ casual, friendly tone, releasing himself from the taut posture of being a soldier at-ease. He couldn’t quite turn into a carefree, exploring youth, didn’t have it in him, but a little rush of tension leaks out of him. With a touch of self-consciousness, he pulls the collar of his undershirt up just slightly, enough to cover the gruesome imprints of old jagged claws peeking out. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it, an old tic cemented into habit, and he rubs it as he wanders a little closer to Deimos and that cute, giggling baby. She squeals and giggles and waves her little hands around reaching for petals just out of her reach, and the affection grows on Icarus’ face. His hesitant grin grows wider, softer, and he gives her a little playful wave.
”Nothing in particular,” He reaches out to touch another blossom, feeling the velvety petals under his callused fingers. ”Just collecting something for the flower festival. Some of the guys said they’d bring me and—“ He cut himself off, realizing he perhaps shouldn’t confess the unit’s plan to get their unit’s young member thoroughly sloshed for the first time, to their commander. His cheeks redden just a touch and he switches his attention from the blooming blossoms to the bouncing baby strapped on the Warden’s broad chest.
Icarus nods at her softly. ”What’s her name?” He asks quietly, like he’s reaching for some grave, sacred secret. ”Is she yours?”
”Nothing in particular,” He reaches out to touch another blossom, feeling the velvety petals under his callused fingers. ”Just collecting something for the flower festival. Some of the guys said they’d bring me and—“ He cut himself off, realizing he perhaps shouldn’t confess the unit’s plan to get their unit’s young member thoroughly sloshed for the first time, to their commander. His cheeks redden just a touch and he switches his attention from the blooming blossoms to the bouncing baby strapped on the Warden’s broad chest.
Icarus nods at her softly. ”What’s her name?” He asks quietly, like he’s reaching for some grave, sacred secret. ”Is she yours?”
Icarus
and nobody told me it ended
