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Icarus

(#8495318)

Life is full of surprises. So's death, as it appears.

Familiar

Cracked Crystal

Energy: 45/50

Personal Style

Apparel

Skin

Scene

Physical Attributes

Battle Stats

Measurements

Length

31.56 m

Wingspan

15.56 m

Weight

8027.78 kg

Genetics

Splash
Leopard

Sky
Foam

Lavender
Smoke

Hatchday

Dec 10, 2014
(9 years)

Breed

Adult
Imperial

Eye Type

Arcane
Common

Level 1 Imperial

EXP: 0 / 245

STR

AGI

DEF

QCK

INT

VIT

MND

Lineage

Parents

Kurin
Ondine

Offspring

Biography

Icarus
{ Ih-car-us }
Nicknames: ???
• Ghost Fae / Shop Owner

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A DRAGON DROWNED
(written by philodendron)
♫ delta rae - bottom or the river ♫
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It’s a long way to fall, from the sky to the water to the murky floor of the river, where amongst the rocks and the weeds his body came to rest. He was battered, burned, his body relenting to the injuries he’d received.

It’d been a fight.

And as water filled his scorched lungs, he reflected dimly that it was the first he’d lost. It would be the last, too, he realized. He couldn’t reach the surface. He couldn’t even pick himself up, with the water weighing down so heavy and so cold on his mortal vessel. Icarus was dying. Grimly, it occurred to him that he wanted to die. He eagerly awaited the end; his wounds were grave. Whatever scrap of honor he’d clung to was ripped from him. To want to live would only be to prolong his suffering. He stared up at the churning surface of the water, watching the bleary shapes that moved around above his resting place.

I don’t have to be up there anymore, Icarus thought, with a glimmering edge of glee. He shut his eyes and lowered his head until his ear pressed against the silt on the riverbed, the body shutting down for peaceful, unperturbed sleep in which he’d dream no dreams. The freezing river numbed his wounds and slowed his pounding heart. It was easier than it ever had been before to give into the clutches of sleep.

Icarus died.

Dawn broke over Sumarheim and with it came the hush, a humming quiet that permeated over the land. It banished the creatures of the night. It left two figures on the rocks that had settled in a thick eddy. The river was hidden away in a pocket; a peaceful bend that shielded them from the wandering eyes of well-meaning others. Below them, water in a cool river shivered by in a shy, almost apologetic trickle.

The Faerie held him close. He was at rest, draped across the rocks, his head resting against the creatures’ arm. One arm dangled limp, fingers trailing just above the water. The air was already heating up, and for that time everything was still; the pocket was at peace with its inhabitants. The Faerie had made sure of it.

The sun cast its warm rays on the two. Water glistened on their skin and scales glinted in the rays. As day began, his body warmed and a touch of soft, healing magic startled his heart into beating.

Icarus opened his eyes to the delicate touch of a mystery, the haze of a figure that he could barely make out. His skin tingled with the breath of magic, and the cold that danced up and down his arms-- he was soaked through, and his body felt as if it rested on ice. He stared up into those faint daffodil eyes that hovered above him, and as he opened his mouth to speak--

“Shh,” She soothed, her fingers brushing back the wet strands of his aegean hair. “Be still.”

It was then that her form materialized to him, and he let out a faint gasp. It was her. She was real.

“You remember me, now?” She asked, a smile crossing her lips.

He did remember her, and his heart jumped in his chest. He recalled her approaching him, twice in visions, three times in dreams-- maybe more. They had been close together as they were now, sharing the only moments of tenderness that Icarus had the place to experience. They had spoken for what felt like hours, about mindless topics, chattering and joking in soft tones. Many times Icarus had wished her real; for he was certain she was merely a figment; the product of his loneliness in life that he so desperately wanted to end.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” She told him, their faces nuzzled close. She was real. She was so real. She looked the same, felt the same, sounded and even smelled the same as he had dreamt of her. “Now we can be together, Icarus.”

Together. We can be together.

“I died,” He whispered. “I fell into the river and died.”

“And yet, here you are,” She answered. “How lucky we are! You didn’t just fall into a river. You fell into my river. I rescued you.”

“Your river?” Icarus repeated softly.

Her gleeful smile faltered, and she looked out over the shimmering waves. “Yes.” Her answer was sorrowful. “I’m a Faerie. This river is my place, and I cannot abandon it. I saw you from afar-- I sought to visit you in your dreams. I wished to know you, but I never thought that we could be together.”

Icarus propped himself up on a sore elbow as she pulled away, sitting up and trying to hide eyes that had filled with tears. As he did, he saw that a pair of fins drifted in the water-- hers and his own. I never had a fin, He thought. I only had legs.

“I thought I would never know you,” She confessed, her tears spilling over and trailing down her seafoam cheeks. “Such is the life of most Fae. Doomed to be just out of reach of the ones they love,” She explained bitterly.

Icarus reached out to her. His calloused fingers brushed her chin, and she looked at him.
“Why do you weep?” He whispered. “I am here with you, now. And you may have me, and know me, and I will stay with you.” His words soothed her, and she pressed close to him again. Her cries diminished slowly, until she was all but silent as she held him close to her.
“I love you, Rona,” He murmured, his confession like music to her. “You are the one and only to visit me. To want to know me. When I was alone in the world, my only comfort was the hope that I might see you, even if it was just in a dream.”

“Now you are like I am,” Rona told him, running her fingers against the scales of her long, glistening tail. “A Faerie. Now you can stay with me-- We don’t have to keep our time together confined to sleep.”

“I will stay with you,” Icarus promised. “I don’t want to be anywhere else.”

Their lips met in the blissful kiss of two lovers kept apart for far too long. On those rocks in the middle of Rona’s Brook, they stayed; resting until Icarus’ body recovered from their would-be fatal wounds. Then into the water, they went; hand-in-hand, prepared to face the rest of the world together-- for as long as Faeries live.

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