“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 )
she’s startled by the sudden proximity of a gentle voice filling the air suddenly. Turning around, and seeking to find the male which the voice belongs to, Hestia finds a nice gentleman standing right beside her. She falls into realization how much she’s been waiting, and how, in fact, it seems like the weather will crash eventually (sooner than she prefers);
❝ I… must be giving a very lame impression, don’t I? ❞ she inquires smiling slightly, not truly caring if her statement is truth. ❝ I guess you are right… thank you. ❞
“We all get lost in our thoughts sometimes.”
Icarus stated as a reply, giving her a small but kind smile as he opened the door for her.
