forum Icarus is Falling // OxO // Closed

Started December 24, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Apollo waved him off. "You're talented, you'll have to accept that at some point." He looked back at the sketchbook and nodded, as if legitimizing his own point.

Icarus shrugged slightly, biting his lip. "With art, maybe." he replied. He took the sketchbook back, studying it for a moment.

Apollo crosses his arms and leaned against the wall. "Are you suggesting there's an area you aren't talented in?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, not all of us can be talented in everything." Icarus replied, raising his eyebrows a little bit.

"No, most of us can't. I, for example, am laughably bad at dancing," Apollo nodded, remembering his many dance-related failures. "Now, I know what you must be thinking. But Apollo, you're so amazing, how could you be bad at something? But, really, I assure you, it's a good thing I'm immortal, or I'd be dead a hundred times over already. And dying while dancing is a difficult feat to achieve."

Icarus blinked slowly, studying Apollo. "And is dancing the only thing you're bad at?" he finally asked, having no other comment to give on the other things Apollo had said.

"No, actually. This may come as a shock, but I am not a very good stylist. My last haircut made me look like a balding old man," he explained, laughing at the memory. "It really was quite bad."

He let out a snort of laughter. "Really?" he asked, laughing softly. "Well. It's a good thing you got it fixed."

"Also throwing things," Apollo continued, encouraged by Icarus's response. "I have little to no hand-eye coordination. Makes things a bit awkward at the annual family basketball game, though it's certainly not the only thing," he chuckled to himself.

Icarus let out another laugh at that. "I thought gods were supposed to be flawless." he teased with a smile, two small dimples flashing in his cheeks when he did.

Apollo smiled in response. "That may be true, but I'm fairly certain I was a mistake in general, so… I guess they messed up in the god-making factory, or wherever the hell we come from. Probably a bar."

Icarus snorted, running a hand through his wild, dark curls. "Ah, I see." he replied with a smile.

Apollo nodded sagely. "Now you know my secret. I'm not quite perfect. And you? What imperfections could you possibly have?"

(i gtg to bed soon)

Icarus tipped his head. "I…am smaller than i want to be." he gestured to his short, thin frame. "I am not good at reading or writing…." he trailed off, thinking.

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Apollo shook his head, laughing. "That's all? I find your height to be perfectly acceptable," he grinned, pointedly looking down at Icarus. "And reading and writing are overrated."

Icarus frowned a little. "And…" He shook his head slightly. "I don't know." He let out a breath.

"What?" Apollo asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you questioning my ability to decide what's important? Or is there another secret flaw?" He thought for a moment before speaking. "Is it an extra toe? No, no - the flaw is that I'm not actually your favourite god. That's it, isn't it?"

Icarus stuck his tongue out. "I was promised to your sister, actually." He replied, leaning against the wall and looking up at Apollo.

"Artemis?" He asked, visibly cringing. "That's horrible, she's an ass about 97% of the time."

Icarus shrugged a little. "I was dedicated to her at birth. I don't know if that means I'm supposed to stay a virgin for life or what."

Apollo shook his head. "Artemis only does the whole 'virgin-for-life' thing with women. Doesn't trust men, which, honestly, is fair enough," he said with a shrug, though the disappointment threatened to crush him. Artemis, of all people.

"Oh. Alright." Icarus replied. "Although…seeing as how the only person I've seen in years is my dad, I don't think I'm going to lose anything like that any time soon." he shrugged.

Apollo snorted. "I would certainly hope not." He paused before speaking again, "have you considered a plan of escape yet?"

Icarus shook his head a little bit at the question. "No, I haven't. My father is working on one, but he won't let me see."

"Why don't we sneak in and take them?" Apollo suggested, eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'll distract him with my genuinely mind-blowing skills. Such as flying. Flying is fairly distracting."