(WHAT IS HAPPENING TO YOU ICKY.. OH NO… sorry for the novel)
Oh, and now he was turning around! Icarus paused mid-step, eager because this probably meant he was gonna say more things to him, and while Icarus had the feeling it wasn’t going to be good, he was still very very curious about what it was going to be.
The first thing he called him was rogue. Icarus wanted to guffaw right then and there. Could this kid not smell the Vanguard on him? Icarus was pretty sure he made a point of rolling around in his friends’ scents as much as he could, like every day. Actually, this kid seemed more like a rogue than him - oh, but he was moving on.
Talking about this land, as if it were his territory. Icarus crinkled his nose, sniffing the air as though testing for signs of a scent marker. If there had been one, he wouldn’t have come here. He went on, calling him frolicky, naive. As if the meadow itself was capable of judging what kind of character it would allow into its flowers.
But the best part was how he called him a tick. Asked him to do him a favor. As if Icarus would be obliged to such a thing now.
And maybe, in the back of his mind, he knew the boy was irredeemable. There was no point in trying to boost his mood or befriend him. So the only other option was, naturally, to be a prick in return. So through the duration of his rant, he smiled.
“Wow! That was great, really great. I could honestly feel the anger radiating off of you. There’s just so much emotion in your voice it was like I was experiencing everything that ever happened to you to make you a total asshole.”
Was this what Ross felt like, when he lashed out at others? It made him giddy.
“Do you accept constructive criticism? Okay, first: rogue? Wrong-o! I gots me a pack back in the labyrinth. The Twilight Vanguard. Real nice folks - be glad to have you over for brunch one day! And secondly, who are you, King of the Meadow? I been visiting this meadow for months and haven’t seen you around once. And I been frolicky and naive about it every time. Because newsflash: flowers were meant to frolic in. And I’ll frolic in them every day. For the rest of my life. Because I. Fucking. Love. Frolicking in flowers.”
Icarus’ voice hardened into a passionate intensity as he fixed his stare on the boy.
What was he gonna do, attack him? Yeah. Like he could even catch him.
Feb 11, 2018 04:12 PM — Post #15
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