“Father! Father! I’m flying!” Icarus exclaimed in glee. His Father’s invention had worked!

He was flying!

As he soared higher, the blond boy felt the air breeze over his pale skin. It felt heavenly! It felt as if he hadn’t a care in the world!

He whooped with joy and arched his body, sending his figure into a soumersalt.

Truly, this had to be the best feeling!

“Icarus, my son,” Daedalus began...

For once I see my home and all those around it, and there is no dead ends.

I sweep down above old man Toms house and nock the chimney from his roof, then soar high into the sky, blocking out his fiery cry.

I sweep above the Church and look down at the bell, even from here, which grave is which I can tell.

I flew to the sky, I flew beyond, I flew fast past my school, drifted over the lake and cr...

Fly up high

Soar on the wind

No cares no whys

Play hard to win

Softly gliding

on feathered wings

Laughing and chiding

Each other sing...

They felt heavier then Icarus would have expected, yet as he extented the mighty things he and could feel a new power coursing through him. He beat them at his sides and smiled in triumph as he felt the wind he kicked up between his legs. It was a taste, and he immedianty longed for more.

He jumped into a running start. He kept going until his legs were about to give out from beneath him, in a s...

He used to tell me stories of the eagles and hawks that would come rescue us from our prison. And I believed him.

As I got older, that faith dissipated. But with it, a new hope grew.

We started building wings. Made them out of wood, but it was too heavy.

We tried metal, but that was way too heavy.

Then one day, the very eagle I had daydreamed about dropped a feather. It landed next to the one wax...

“Remember, my boy, keep your head up and your arms balanced.” Daedalus smiled as he helped his young son strap the feathered wings to his shoulders.

Icarus’s brow furrowed as he twisted a pale feather between his fingers and pulled it off, letting it float to the ground. “What if they don’t work?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. Daedalus simply shook his head, chuckling.

“Don’t worry,...

(Tw maybe. I’m not an expert on what might trigger people, but I figured I should add it just in case)

“It might be safer on the ground, but I was born to fly.” He said.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. You talk about flying every day Iggy.”

“Didn’t I tell you never to call me that. My name is Icarus.”

“Right. Iggy.” Icarus started to chase his brother. His fingers lightly brushed his cape. Soon Icarus grabb...

“Woooo! Hoooo! I’m flyyyyyyyying!”

Icarus swooshed through the sky, whooping and hollering. Right over Penelope, standing on the cliff side. Sun light traced the edges of his wings, framed by the sparkling blue, Mediterranean sea.

“Ha! Ha! Hahaaaaaa!”

Penelope felt the wind from Icarus’s wings on her cheeks. She smelled the salt of the sea, and the musky, sweet scent of beeswax.

It was intoxi...

You tested it,

On my heart.

To see if they would fit,

This test just the start.

You thought I could fly,

With this love you hold.

You are my sky,

And this makes me bold.

You; my wings

Me; my lift

Your love; my height.

My hope; my burnt soul

…

Love you R

…

🖤...

When his father told him to jump from the tower’s opening, his legs were shaky and his throat was dry but once he did an excited shout leaped out of him. He kept flapping the wings but it wasn’t steady enough and he could feel himself dropping lower. With all his strength, he moved his arms with intensity until he was keeping up a steady rhythm.

“Not too close to the sea and not too high to the ...