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

Started June 16, 2021 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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"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.

"Yes." he replied in a soft voice. "If you pull on the wings, it…activates. It has to be sunny, though, it gets its energy from the sun. It doesn't work at night." he smiled a little, embarrassed and unsure about someone else seeing his creation.

Apollo grinned, "You're brilliant. Hephaestus himself would be jealous. Don't tell him I said that-" He laughed a little bit and inspected the dragonfly curiously. "So it only works when the sun is out? So sun powered?" He felt his ego inflate just slightly at that. "It really is beautiful. You did a wonderful job." He smiled warmly.

He flushed faintly at the compliment. "I don't… yeah. It's sun powered." He fidgeted for a moment, shy and embarrassed about all of this. "Thank you."

He nods a little bit, "You're welcome. It's a wonderful creation." He chuckles warmly, his eyes moving from the machine to its creator. "Tell me more about it… or other things you've made." He murmured excitedly, filled with attention and wonder.

"Well– like I said, I'm working on a bird right now. I've made other pins and stuff, but I don't have them with me at the moment." He smiled a little, eyes flickering away after a moment.

He nods thoughtfully, "If it's alright with you, when you've finished them… I'd love to see them." He says cheerfully before settling back down on his back. "It's really enjoyable seeing what you make, the dragonfly is really beautiful." He smiled warmly.

He smiled again, clipping the dragonfly pin back onto his chiton. "Oh. Yes. Thank you. I'll show you. If…if I ever see you again after today." He doubted he would. Aurelius would go home and never come back.

Apollo, or Aelius smiled softly. "I think that would be wonderful. I love seeing your creations, they're beautiful." He chuckles quietly and ran a hand through his hair. "It would be nice to see you again, hopefully I can find my way." He glances back to the cave entrance. "Will you be here again?" He asks quietly.

(hey, I missed you! You doing okay?)

Icarus flushed again, eyes flickering up to Aelius, then away again. "I, uhm, probably. I'll be somewhere in the maze." he waved a hand vaguely. "I can't leave."

(I'm feeling a bit better. There's just a lot of stress going on. ^^)

He gazed at the other sadly. "So you're stuck here… for the rest of your life?" He murmured quietly. He knew the rumors, but that surely was unfair. He hummed, "I'm sure there's a way out." He gently set a hand on Icarus's shoulder. "There always is." He offered a kind smile.

(alright. My PMs are open if you need someone to talk to)

Icarus stiffened faintly at the touch to his shoulder, looking up at the other man. "There isn't." He replied softly. "Not unless I can grow wings and fly away."

(Thank you ^^)

Apollo tilts his head and ran a hand through his hair. "You could. Seeing as you already made something that can fly." He chuckles quietly and settled back on a rock and relaxed. He smiled up at the other. "I don't see how making wings could be difficult, but then again what do I know?"

(no problem :)

He touched the dragonfly, shaking his head a little bit. "It's different. To make wings that could hold the weight of a human…" he closed his eyes for a moment.

"I do suppose it is a bit more complicated, isn't it?" He offered a gentle smile of understanding and clicked his tongue. "Well… I'm not sure what I can do- but I'd be happy to help occasionally, even if it is just plotting." He snickers softly and ran a hand through his hair.

He opened his eyes again, looking up at him. "Yeah. Thanks." He said softly, mouth pulling up into a soft, faint little smile.