i fell in love with a war
Icarus nodded again, accepting the plans with the ease of a soldier since birth, already thinking of what the hunt may look like. There’s safety in numbers, and strategic advantage; his mind doesn’t stray towards toxic, festering thoughts of having to compete with more people for Deimos’ approval. A true soldier, he fits into a company well, albeit quietly and subtly, filling a niche of a tender heart and an easy listener, someone who’ll share whatever he has.
”I look forward to it,” He answers solemnly, fingers twitching a little in his anticipation. Turning his attention back to the flower crown in Deimos’ hand, he admires the weaved forest he’s made throughout the afternoon. He wants to comment on its beauty but doesn’t want to sound like a suck-up, as he’s occasionally been accused by others in the company, so instead he just asks, ”How many are you planning on making?”
His own flower crown gets held up close to his chest, delicately like it’s about to fall apart.
”I look forward to it,” He answers solemnly, fingers twitching a little in his anticipation. Turning his attention back to the flower crown in Deimos’ hand, he admires the weaved forest he’s made throughout the afternoon. He wants to comment on its beauty but doesn’t want to sound like a suck-up, as he’s occasionally been accused by others in the company, so instead he just asks, ”How many are you planning on making?”
His own flower crown gets held up close to his chest, delicately like it’s about to fall apart.
Icarus
and nobody told me it ended
