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Icarus blinked a few times, staring at Apollo. "I, er…I don't think…" He rubbed his face with a hand, leaving behind streaks from the charcoal that coated his fingers. "I don't think that's a good idea."
Icarus blinked a few times, staring at Apollo. "I, er…I don't think…" He rubbed his face with a hand, leaving behind streaks from the charcoal that coated his fingers. "I don't think that's a good idea."
Apollo rolled his eyes. "I know you don't. You don't think anything's a good idea."
Icarus' eyes flickered. "Thanks." He said dryly, shaking his head a little.
Apollo smiled wryly. "Alright, then, I'll go steal the plans myself, and you'll just reap the benefits of my efforts," he sighed dramatically.
Icarus' eyes went wide. "N-no, that's– please don't. He'll think it was me, and then…" And then he'll be hurt me again and I don't want that, please…
"Then I won't be sneaky about it. I'll just storm in, demand the plans, and then storm out. There's absolutely no way for him to trace that back to you," Apollo suggested hopefully. Just let me help you.
Icarus shook his head a little bit. "Just…let him work. Either he'll figure something out, or I'll spend the rest of my life in here." he shrugged a little.
"Either- what? You've said a lot of stupid things since I started talking to you, but that just - " he shook his head in disbelief. "I'm going to get the plans." He jumped into the air and started searching the labyrinth.
Icarus' eyes went wide, and he followed after Apollo. "No, Apollo, please, you can't!" He called, golden eyes wide and afraid.
Apollo ignored the call and quickly found a room with an actual person in it, diving down into the room and landing noisily. "Hello."
Daedalus looked up. He didn't look much like Icarus; his hair was greying, and a beard hung on his jaw. His nose was slightly crooked, and his eyes were brown, not the luminous golden of his son's. He raised an eyebrow at Apollo, but didn't speak.
"I'm Apollo, God of the Sun, perhaps you've heard of me. The mortals are loving me these days," he stepped closer to the old man. "Just here to see if you've got any plans of escape."
Daedalus' eyes flickered around. Icarus arrived at the room, eyes wide as he took in the scene. Daedalus looked at Apollo. "Of course I do. But I don't see how that's any of your business."
Apollo nodded. "Well, my father asked me to come check in and make sure that you haven't escaped from your prison, you know, after your epic failure."
Daedalus narrowed his eyes. "Excuse me? My failures have nothing to do with your father." He retorted coldly, shuffling with the items on the worktable.
"He, ah, sort of runs this whole society, so it - it really is. And you should really think before insulting the kind of all gods. Just a tip. Anyway, I'm going to need those plans, or I have full authority to burn you to a crisp," Apollo answered cheerfully.
Icarus pressed his knuckles to his lips, watching anxiously. He wasn't sure what to do.
Daedalus frowned at Apollo. "Which plans?" He replied instead.
"The plans of escape," Apollo answered, raising his eyebrows. "The plans which you already admitted to having. You know, the plans. If you've got them written down, that would be ideal, or you could just tell me verbally. I could get a mind-reader, but they're always such a hassle, and - anyway, the plans. I need them."
Daedalus rolled his eyes. "I see." He replied calmly. He gathered up a selection of papers, folding them and holding them out. "Here, then. If you're so desperate for them."
"Thanks very much, I'll just read through them and then I'll probably be on my way, but who can really say?" He shrugged and unfolded the papers to read them.
Daedalus grimaced, and straightened up his tools and such, ignoring Apollo. He spotted Icarus, and his lips tightened. "Boy. Get over here." He barked, gesturing.
Icarus bit his lip, walking over to his father.
Apollo tensed, glancing up from his papers. "I should warn you that violence of any sort will not be permitted in my presence. We wouldn't want to tarnish my godly eyes for no reason, now would we?" He offered a sarcastic smile before returning to the plans. They were scrawled all over the sheets of paper, and were becoming increasingly difficult to decipher.
Daedalus rolled his eyes. "Right, right." He replied, shaking his head. Once Icarus was closer, he turned to the boy, speaking to him quietly.
Icarus was stiff.
"I require your assistance, old man. What exactly is this scribble, here?" Apollo called across the room, squinting at the paper in front of him.
Daedalus came over and translated the messy handwriting. "You done yet?"
(Gtg)
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