“Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of all Is never to feel the burning light.” — indie ICARUS based on the myth — please read rules before interacting — ( art by sergey solomko & jmw turner )
masquerading about in human-like guise is tiring, thor finds–it is much more liberating to simply EXIST as he does, endless, timeless, old and young, brother of the moon and the son of all earthly things.
he finds it is easy to be himself when he encounters this one. though he is not of gods blood, thor can see the wax stuck to his spine, the sea salt and heat rays.
‘ –lo. ‘
he wonders who will speak first of their parentage, the god, or the craftsmans son.
Paint covered shirt && sleeves with coffee stains, a huge portfolio slung over the artist’s shoulder, wide eyes setting on the stranger with the long blond hair. It was another day filled with school, job, a little bit of chaos and a little bit of peace. However as he looked at the other, supposedly just another person on his way back home, he was struck with an uneasy feeling. The memory of melted wax && the stench of burned crooked feathers come as fast as they go, leaving him confused && unbalanced. Suddenly hesitant every part of his existence, Icarus replied, wonder of the unknown intriguing him.
