Dear Icarus

closed starter. @dearicarxs​

            months had passed, the two being in a happy and healthy state of mind both as individuals and as a couple. although it took time, nami and oliver decided it was time to out their relationship ― that or pregnancy would’ve done it for them. the woman’s stomach jutted out decently, not so much that it looked like she was on the verge of popping, but enough that you could tell she might’ve been carrying a little something. nami couldn’t have been happier with the situation ― she was in love with oliver and their little growing baby boy. 

the clock read just a little past eleven in the evening. although nami kept quiet on the matter, her swollen feet were aching beyond belief ― she was definitely bigger than what she once was. the two attended a music award show, one in which oliver’s name was repeated over and over and nami was proud. the man was making strides, and she couldn’t be happier for him ― although some days she thought about how her career had hit a slight stand-still due to the pregnancy, and all nami could do was teach and choreograph while she was on break. it killed a woman, especially a woman as ambitious as nami ― but things were changing, and there were still some things left unresolved that nami had to handle, that she knew she had to come clean about to oliver eventually. 

the two followed the crowd of big names towards the after party part of the night. nami knew she couldn’t drink or get down the way half of these people probably would, but regardless she was familiar with most of the guests and could have a good time. oliver on the other hand did tend to drink, and it was alright, but sometimes it made her night harder and she hoped that tonight wouldn’t be the case. “don’t get too crazy on me.” she smiled up at her lover, getting on her tip toes to press a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth. “i’m gonna make my rounds and say hello, maybe grab a virgin daquiri.” she grinned. “is that okay?”

The night had passed in a blur of lights and applause, the award show already starting to fade into the memory of all the other ones he’d attended. Though, like normal he did not leave empty-handed, having collected a couple more trophies that were nothing more than over-glorified paperweights. Yet still the meaning behind them was what counted, the feeling of accomplishment that came knowing that something he’d spent so much time and effort into making, hadn’t been in complete vain. 

it’s probably because of how unsurprisingly familiar jayce is with the plague of death rampaging the world—the only sensation rippling unexpectedly through his veins being his lover’s touch in his hands. without a single mutter in response, a dark shadow crosses the heir’s features at jacob’s words. he doesn’t even bother trying to hide it. 

what’s the use in that when the other knows him better than jayce knows himself? although, pompous courage and optimism at times like these are what got the first wave of people killed. it’s best to orient oneself for the worst, he’s concluded.

an echo of dull but steady footsteps softly bound off the worn walls of the hallway as he allows the younger to guide them to the gym. it becomes eerily interwoven with the rustic tenor of jayce’s voice, however, when he replies, “but it’s ironic too, isn’t it?” the way his thumb ponderously strokes the back of jacob’s hand isn’t so fond anymore as much as it is solemn. “if you found me any later than you did, back there—hell, even now,” they halt in front of a pair of soiled doors, and jayce places the opposite hand rather gingerly on the cold knob. “i would be the face of death himself,” he finishes, almost saying it under his breath towards himself as a small, crestfallen smile glosses across his lips.

he’s as quick to snap out of it as he fell into it—this is no time to mope, to act irascibly weak. his grip on the entrance tightens before he relaxes, exhaling slowly; deeply. peeking over with a brighter face—whatever shadow that once lay there, dissipating—jayce offers a more reassuring lookover, eyes shimmering dimly as he soaks in the sight of the other. “let’s go rest up. i want to hold you and never let go just one more time, at the very least. yeah?”

It was strange to think of just how much he’d missed something so minuscule like holding Jayce’s hand. He’d taken those little things for granted in their life before the outbreak, always assuming it would be a constant. However, these last few months without the other had been torture, day in, and day out he constantly yearned for those little things.

His grip on the other’s hand tightened at what his words implied, a thought that had already been one that tormented his mind. The idea of having walked in a few minutes later than he had and finding the body of the one he’d longed for all these months lifeless, yet still warm, a cruel reminder of how close he would have been. But much to his relief that wasn’t their reality, fate may play cruel games, but today it had brought them back together in just the knick of time.

“Noah please, my head is already too big as it is,” despite his words, aster couldn’t help but feel positively giddy at the fact that noah liked him enough, let alone trusted him enough to leave together. Aster squeezed Noah’s hand a little tighter, smiling quietly to himself at the ideas floating around in his head, and if he got just a little bit horny, well…no one necessarily had to know.

They made it to his car soon enough, aster opening the passenger side for noah to slide in and closing it just the same. He rounded the car, sliding in himself and soon enough they were on the road. The drive didnt take the long, but he turned the radio on anyway just to fill the silence. The diner that they arrived at was a favorite of his- a mom and pop shop, the owners of which he had known for a long time and who had even done a few favors for him back when he was just a rat on the street. “Im actually starving now that I think about it. Do you wanna eat here or take it back to mine?”