i fell in love with a war
When the man on the bridge steadies himself, shoulders back and moving forward with more confidence, Icarus lets out a little huff of relief. "I have to stay within a certain radius. The magic doesn't extend too far. So I guess I'm crossing the bridge after all," He calls, both an explanation and a warning that there's about to be another moving body on the swaying bridge.
He peeks over the edge again, looking at the dizzying drop into an enormous canyon of unknown swirling mists and feels the blood drain from his face. Alright, he could do this don't look down, don't think about the dragon flying around, don't think about falling and smashing into an unknown amount of rocks and sharp jagged things and--
The dragon flitters around in the corner of his eye and he resolves to wipe any and all anything from his mind except for what he strictly needs to survive. He's great at compartmentalization. He'll find a time in his regimented soldier's schedule to freak out about this later. With one wrist still locked in its position to hold the ice in place, his other hand clutches onto the rope of the bridge, wobbling legs stepping onto the first plank and letting some ice solidify under the plank to stabilize it. His palms are sweaty and that damn dragon is looking at him again and his scars sear on his chest.
He chokes it down, chokes everything down, and single-mindedly focuses on keeping the ice under the planks solid, putting a foot in front of the other, and talking to the stranger.
"It is handy," He says absentmindedly as he balances. "There's plenty of ice to go around in Halo so I don't even have to make it half the time. Though sometimes it's a little useless because of all the ice."
He peeks over the edge again, looking at the dizzying drop into an enormous canyon of unknown swirling mists and feels the blood drain from his face. Alright, he could do this don't look down, don't think about the dragon flying around, don't think about falling and smashing into an unknown amount of rocks and sharp jagged things and--
The dragon flitters around in the corner of his eye and he resolves to wipe any and all anything from his mind except for what he strictly needs to survive. He's great at compartmentalization. He'll find a time in his regimented soldier's schedule to freak out about this later. With one wrist still locked in its position to hold the ice in place, his other hand clutches onto the rope of the bridge, wobbling legs stepping onto the first plank and letting some ice solidify under the plank to stabilize it. His palms are sweaty and that damn dragon is looking at him again and his scars sear on his chest.
He chokes it down, chokes everything down, and single-mindedly focuses on keeping the ice under the planks solid, putting a foot in front of the other, and talking to the stranger.
"It is handy," He says absentmindedly as he balances. "There's plenty of ice to go around in Halo so I don't even have to make it half the time. Though sometimes it's a little useless because of all the ice."
Icarus
and nobody told me it ended
