“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 )
◣♔◥ ┊ ─ ❛ normal milk, please. ❜
That’s how she replies with all the mellowness of a mortal, folksy in
it’s little happiness of chanced hospitality, sleek in her descent to a
seat. A window seat, because the room is an emptiness her eyes’d rather
think nothing about, not while the world tinges golden while the day
finishes off some raspy breaths. Oh, and it’s her leg that lifts over
the other which makes a slight knock against the tables belly, but
perhaps she shouldn’t be getting too comfortable. ❛ Hasn’t it been a
mild day. -Ah, one sugar, my doe. ❜
“Mhmm. I heard it’s going to rain tomorrow.”
Icarus replied as he worked efficiently and quickly, walking from side to side behind the counter. He was all too used to this since he did it almost every day. Continuing the small talk, he started doing the foam.
“Hopefully no storms again though. It was awfully cold last time.”
