forum Icarus Flew before he Fell // OxO // Closed

Started June 16, 2021 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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He nodded again. "Right. Good to meet you, I suppose." he still distrusted that this Aelius had somehow just…appeared inside of the labyrinth. It seemed suspicious.

He hummed and nods a little bit before settling into his back. For someone who was supposed to be under suspicion, he looked fully relaxed. He hummed before turning onto his side so he could face Icarus. "What brings you here?" He asks curiously.

Icarus blinked a few times, staring at him for a long moment. "I…my father and I were thrown in here because my father did something that displease King Minos." he replied slowly. Had this Aelius been living under a rock?

He laughed before shaking his head, "No, no. Not the maze I mean… I mean here, this spot." He looked a bit amused as he looked across the sky. The cliff was a good spot, beautiful, little distractions. It was nice compared to the rush of being a god. Or… at least cleaning up a certain gods mess…

He blinked. "Oh. Right. I just…like it here. This cliff, I mean." He shrugged. "It's peaceful, I guess." A small smile flickered over his lips, his gaze moving over the horizon.

He nods a bit and smiled. "It is beautiful. And the water points towards the horizon which is just absolutely breathtaking." He hummed and shook his head in amusement. "The sunsets really must be beautiful." Of course, not to brag of course. But he spent so much time and dedication into the sunrises and sunsets… they were his masterpieces.

He nodded. "They are." He replied softly. "Especially on clear nights, and the sun paints everything in all sorts of colors." He looked around quietly, before looking back at Aelius again.

Apollo smiled at that, a pleased expression falling on his face. He hummed and leaned back into his elbows. "And when the stars appear ever so slowly." He chuckles and ran a hand through his hair.

He nodded in agreement. "The constellations are quite beautiful, too." He added. He smiled a little bit. He could identify many of the constellations.

Apollo nods, his sister, the goddess of the moon was amazing at her job, even if the stars weren't necessarily hers. But she worked so hard to make the night beautiful. He glances at the other, "What's your favorite constellation?"

He thought about it for a long moment. "I'm not sure. Orion, maybe? Though the story behind why he's in the sky is not the most wonderful of stories."

He nods a little bit in agreement, "Such a tragic story." He hummed quietly, "Although, I suppose most suffer the wrath of the gods…" He hummed quietly and shut his eyes in content.

Icarus nodded faintly, sighing for a moment as he looked out at the ocean. "What about you? Which is your favorite constellation?"

He hummed for a moment in thought before looking up and smiling. "I think Pegasus." He shrugged a bit. "Or the Ursa Major." He chuckles a bit and watched the waves.

He nodded, looking up at the clouds floating serenely across the sky, then over at Aelius again. "Those are lovely too." he agreed.

He nods and glances at the other. "Do you often come here?" He asks curiously, tilting his head a little bit in curiosity. He offers a kind little smile.

"When I can, yes. My father has me help him a lot, but…" he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders just a little bit. "I like to come here and sketch and all that."

Apollo perked up at that. "You sketch?" He asks cheerfully, "That's quite the skill to have." He offers a gentle smile. "Although it seems like your father is a bit… Difficult."

He nodded. "I do. And he's…stressed, that's all." He shrugged his shoulders, sighing faintly and shaking his head for a moment.

His eyes soften slightly, "Are you sure? I know I shouldn't pry, after all I'm a stranger." He chuckles softly and looks towards the sun. "But I could be wrong."

"Yes. It's fine." Icarus said. It wasn't, but he wasn't about to tell a perfect stranger about his father. Especially when his father's reputation was already in shambles, as Daedalus liked to rant about.

He nods slowly, humming softly and shutting his eyes. "If you're sure." He glanced at the other before looking back to the ocean. "What do you enjoy?" He asks curiously.

He hummed a little bit. "Drawing." He replied softly. "I don't know. I like…I like making things, but not the same way my father does."

He tilts his head. "Why should your father dictate what you like to make?" He asks curiously. He hummed, "What do you like to draw? What do you like to make?"

"I don't know. Pretty things. Useful things." he shrugged, thinking of the tiny creation in the making that he had set by his bed, tucked carefully out of the way where his father wouldn't find it and strip it for parts.

He nods and smiles a little bit. "Such as?" He liked pretty things. He tilts his head to the side slightly as he listened. This human, Icarus, was certainly interesting. He had heard his sister talking about Icarus and Daedalus, but he hadn't really paid attention because he was exhausted by the time he got home to his temple.

"I'm working on a mechanical bird right now. I left it back at my bed, but it's supposed to fly, when I'm done with it. I'm having trouble, though. It's not working the way I wanted it to, I might have to take it apart and rebuild it." He shrugged a little.

Apollo's eyes widened with curiosity. "A mechanical bird? That's fascinating!" He beams. "But that's part of the process, is it not? Pull it apart, make sure it works, if it does, great! If not, try again." He chuckles quietly and rests on his hands as he looks up at the other. "What else have you made?"

"Yes." He agreed. At the question, he thought for a moment. "Mainly small things, because it's easier to get the supplies and such from my father. I made a dragonfly pin…" He trailed off, searching the hemlines of his chiton until he found a small metal object, and unclipped it to hold it up. "This one. It can move, and do a few different things."

Apollo's eyes shone with curiosity. He beamed at that, his eyes scanning the dragonfly in the others hands. "That's really quite fascinating. You made this yourself?" He looked like a child, filled with wonder and eagerness. Like it was his birthday and he was opening a present. He hummed and tilts his head, looking as if he wanted to bombard Icarus with questions but keeping them shoved down so he could take in the beautiful machine.