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@ElderGod-Icefire
Icarus shrugged. "My father will take care of it." he repeated. "It's not my job to do it."
Icarus shrugged. "My father will take care of it." he repeated. "It's not my job to do it."
Apollo pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's not your job to - you're just - I can't even - " he sputtered, unable to put to words his frustration.
"I'm what?" Icarus replied, raising an eyebrow at Apollo and pressing his lips into a thin line.
"I don't understand how you can be comfortable being a tester for your father's work. How you feel no responsibility to help him - to help yourself with your own - with - it just doesn't make sense," Apollo shook his head. "I'll have to come back again," he decided.
"That's my job." Icarus replied. "It's not my place to…to tell him what to do." his hand crept up to touch his cheek for a moment, remembering the many, many times he had been hit or slapped for trying to do that.
"Yes, you've said that. But you could do it yourself. You wouldn't even have to tell your father - who sounds like a disaster, by the way - about your plans," Apolo argued. This seemed so simple. He couldn't understand why Icarus wasn't open to the idea.
"I can't do it myself, I don't have materials, and I'm…not that good at building things." Icarus argued, shaking his head.
"We've already been over this; I can get you the materials, all you'd have to do would be to design it. That's it. Just designing. I could build it; I'm good at learning. Your father wouldn't even have to know," Apollo stated emphatically.
(I regret saying that Apollo can fly because now it doesn't make sense why he's having Icarus design a way out, but otherwise he would've found a different way in and like - either way it doesn't make sense so I'm just gonna ignore that)
"But then I'd have to leave him. And I'm not good at building things anyways. And you can't build it, you're a god." Icarus replied, shaking his head quickly.
(Lmao it's fine)
Apolo squinted. "What does my godly status have to do with my ability to build things? You are aware of Haphaestus, right?" He crossed his arms. Icarus was just making excuses now, and it was really starting to get annoying.
"I know, but you aren't Hephaestus!" Icarus replied. He shook his head quickly. "You don't understand. And I can't make you."
Apollo threw his hands up in frustration. "Fine, then. Could you at least think about my suggestions? They aren't as bad as you think." He looked up, preparing to jump out of the labyrinth.
Icarus shook his head. "Maybe they aren't bad, but I can't…I won't disobey my father, Apollo." He replied, shaking his head again.
Apollo closed his eyes with a sigh and left the labyrinth. It doesn't matter, he reminded himself. You have much more important business to attend to. Icarus may have looked like the sun, but he wasn't Apollo's responsibility. The boy could figure it out on his own.
Icarus watched Apollo go, biting his lip again. He almost wished he could have asked the sun God to stay. Because Apollo was the first person he had seen in a long time that wasn't his father, and he didn't…he didn't want to lose that, even if Apollo was a god.
(Time skip? I feel like Apollo could come down and like sit on a wall or something and Icarus is like Hi um what the fuck and then voila they talk. I'm bad at explaining things, but the intentions are there 😂)
(hahahaha yes perfect lmao)
Apollo was incredibly bored. His job wasn't as interesting as some might think. Really, all he had to do was make sure the sun came up and sank back down, because that, of course, was how the solar system worked. He couldn't seem to stay away from the labyrinth, no matter how much he'd promised himself he'd stay away. And now he was circling above it for the fifth time this week. He could see Icarus in the labyrinth below him. Not that he'd been watching, or staring, or anything. That would be ridiculous, and probably creepy. He shook his head at himself as he circled lower, touching down on the wall of the labyrinth, where he saw Icarus.
Icarus was leaning against the wall, sketching in his sketchbook again. He took a deep breath, shaking his head a little bit. After a few more minutes, he glanced up and saw Apollo. He jumped, golden eyes going wide. "Oh. How long have you been there?"
Apollo looked down, meeting Icarus's eyes. "A minute, give or take," he answered as truthfully as he could. He'd zoned out and sort of lost track of time. "What are you drawing?"
Icarus bit his lip a little bit. "I don't know. Whatever I can think of." he replied, shaking his head a little.
Apollo hopped off of the wall and ambled over to Icarus. "Could I see it?" He asked softly, curious. It surprised him to find that he was genuinely interested to know what creations Icarus had come up with.
Icarus hesitated, studying Apollo, then cautiously showed the god the sketches. They were of creatures. Horse-like things, or more predatory animals, based off his memories.
Apollo stared intently, examining the artwork. "These are incredible," he breathed. "You could rival Athena," he joked brightly. "Not that I would reccomend it. She's a rather jealous type."
Icarus blushed a little bit, looking away. "Oh. I uhm…I-I doubt that, but…alright."
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