Icarus shook his head. "My father is working on that, but he isn't done yet." He replied slowly. "And if I ask, he gets angry." They were in a chamber of the labyrinth, though not in the center. He held the sketchbook to his chest, looking up at Apollo. His dark hair fell to about the middle of his neck in loose curls.
Apollo tapped his foot thoughtfully. "He seems like an angry man. I could help, if you want," he offered, looking up to meet Icarus's eyes.
Icarus hesitated. "Help with what, exactly?" he asked slowly. He was curious as to what a god was doing here, but it would be rude to ask. Gods had been known to curse or kill for less. He swallowed, running a hand through his curls. His eyes flicked away from Apollo for a moment, then back.
"With getting out of here," Apollo answered calmly. "I might be able to assist with some planning, if you need it," he suggested, running a hand through his hair.
Icarus shook his head. "Ah…I don't know." He replied. He glanced down the passageway. "You'd have to talk to my father about that." He ran a hand through his hair anxiously.
Apollo nodded. "Well, where is he, then?" He asked, looking around the room. "I'll talk to him."
Icarus' eyes widened. "N-no, that's not…he…" He shook his head quickly. "No, he doesn't… he's working right now." He protested.
"I'm sure he won't mind some help," Apollo said brightly. "Especially since I am a god, and all."
(Highley trying to channel my inner Thor rn. My inner Thor is weaker than the one from the movies 😂)
Icarus fidgeted a little bit, lip caught between his teeth. "N-no, I…that's not…" he stammered a little, not looking at Apollo.
(lol)
Apollo furrowed his brow. "Well, if it's really not a good idea, then I'll just, ah… let you figure it out," he trailed off, looking down. How was Icarus supposed to get out now? Maybe… "maybe I'll come back and visit, just to see how the plan is going."
Icarus gave a little smile. "I mean…if you want to." he replied. He knew better than to try and tell a god what to do. He might be stupid sometimes, but he knew better than to challenge a god.
Apollo nodded. "Right, then, I'll be back," he looked up and jumped, floating back up towards the sky. "That went well," he muttered, shaking his head. "Idiot."
Icarus watched him go with a trace of longing on his face, chewing on his lower lip a little bit. Gods, he wanted to be able to fly like that.
(…What should I do now?)
(mm…time skip? Idk lol)
(Yee, to when Apollo comes back?)
(yeah sure. Same day or different?)
(Probably a couple days later. Apollo needs to get over his shame lmao)
(kk lmao)
(Sorry it's taking me forever to respond lol)
Apollo steeled himself before floating down to the room where he'd seen Icarus before. The boy didn't seem to be here this time. Apollo looked around for an exit, blinking in confusion.
(it's fine, don't worry about it)
Icarus indeed was not there. He was exploring the labyrinth again, still trying to find the way out. The boy was dressed simply, with his sketchbook, a water flask, and pencils in his bag. He was marking the walls as he went so that he wouldn't get lost.
Apollo glanced around again before shrugging and exiting the room. "Hello?" He called loudly, recieving no response.
Icarus cocked his head, thinking he heard something, but kept walking without a word or sound. If it was his father, it would be better to avoid speaking to him.
Near Apollo, there were faint pencil marks scratched into the walls. Arrows, with various symbols by them.
Apollo squinted at the wall, conjuring a small ball of light to see it better. Shrugging, he followed an arrow. It seemed as good a plan as any.
Eventually, if he continued following the same symbol, he would find Icarus. The arrow he had followed was the current route that Icarus was marking out. He was trying desperately to find an exit. Any exit. He had been trying to find it the entire time he had been stuck here with his father.