“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 )
there was a smirk that tugged at the man’s lips, making itself evident upon his pale features. this stranger had no idea who he was;; what he was CAPABLE of. though, he had no idea he was talking ICARUS himself. cerberus could be vicious when he needed to be. if this guy who kept staring wanted a fight, well, he might just leave in two different body bags. fingers curling around his bottle of soda, gavin brought it up to his lips and took a sip. ❝ i could use some com- pany… ❞ he responded, smirk fading.
“Sure.”
Giving the other a small nod && a kind smile, the waiter sat down on the opposite side of the table, realizing that some awkward conversation would soon follow. Well, if anything else failed, he could always do small talk.
“I wasn’t goint to interrupt, but, that dude has been staring at you for the last hour && even I’m creeped out a little. I just wanted to ask if you needed some company or would like to chill at the back? However, If you’ve got it all under control, I’m very sorry.”
