~.Secoɴd Cнαɴce.~

icon commissions for the very wonderful yuyatheprecure of their kid icarus OCs, ivy and dark ivy! you can see the dark skin variants here.

        Ὡ ❝Oh, forgive me if I’m interrupting your creative process. I wasn’t expecting to run into you here.❞

        The deity sat beside her, staring up at the stars that were appearing in the dark purple of the sunset. The cool evening breeze allowed her long, green tresses to hover just above the skin of her back. Curiosity had peaked and she was wondering what the angel had written thus far in her lyrics. Though Palutena wasn’t usually one to offer assistance in creative matters, lyrics sometimes needed just the right words in order to flow perfectly. With her extensive vocabulary, surely she’d be able to think of something. Her eyes slid down to the angel’s notebook. A warm smile graced her features as she spoke up once more.

        Ὡ ❝If you need any help with your writing, I’d be happy to make some suggestions. I caught a tiny bit of what you were rehearsing.❞

      “No no! I don’t mind in the slightest!” The blonde reassured the goddess with a smile, her eyes briefly gazed at the sunset before making contact with Palutena’s again. Upon hearing the fact that she heard a bit of the angel’s song, a small blush ran across Ivy’s cheeks. She wasn’t embarrassed per se but rather taken by surprise. Not a bad surprise, that’s for sure.

      “I hope is wasn’t bad so far, I have yet to add more lyrics, an plus the tune is still a work in progress and....” Just like that, she was mumbling again. It was a habit of hers when spotted singing incomplete melodies, and feeling slightly flustered as a result. But then the goddess’s offer to help piqued Ivy’s interest, causing a smile to form upon her lips and excitement to lace her tone.

@rhythmicangel​

        𝔗he day had been a bit grueling. Palutena and Pit had been through a rough time with Viridi and her troops. Despite being more of a companion than an enemy now, the Goddess of Nature was still adamant about the destruction of the human race. Still, it was nice that at least Pit had friends around now that could keep him occupied after the hard day was through. It’d given the green-haired deity time to bathe in the hot spring and relax. Even for a supporting role, guiding an angel is always a tiring process.

        Once her skin began to proon, she rose from the steaming golden waters and dried herself off. Slowly and calmly, the goddess had redressed herself, putting her long hair up in a wrapped towel to dry. By the time she’d walked out to her temple grounds, it was sunset; a hazy gold laced the many columns and towers, almost as if it were attempting to lull them to sleep with its warmth. It was then that a familiar silhouette came into view. The small angel was nearby, just staring out at the sky, it seemed. Perhaps she was contemplating over new lyrics or just enjoying the sun’s last warm rays. Palutena had contemplated whether she should approach or not but, she’d figured that the girl wouldn’t mind the company. 

      “♪ ...I find solace in the present me...♪ ” A few lyrics rang out, before she decided that the tune fit the words.Currently, a few lyrics for said new song were inscribed in the brown booklet, but she needed a bit more.

      “Hmm... A good word that rhymes with ‘me’...?”  The blonde didn’t have much time to think, since a voice broke the angel’s lyrical reverie. The initial surprise did cause her shoulders to tense up, but upon turning slightly, they were quick to relax upon recognizing the source as the goddess of light.

      “Lady Palutena! Good evening to you too.” A smile graced the blonde’s features, as she closed her booklet. 

“Yeah! We’ll have to ask her later. She’s way better at explaining stuff like that.” The Angel smiled, brown hair bouncing as he looked to her for a moment before looking back at the sky once again. The cool air blew around the two of them as they sat in silence. 

Suddenly the young angel felt slender digits run over the top of his hand.A small nervous squeak escaping his vocals. Glancing to her hand atop his and then to her as she apologized. Another nervous noise escaped the boy.

“I-It’s okay…I..um…don’t mind..” Pit squeaked, looking back down at the ground as the flustered boy felt a deep red burn itself into his cheeks.

      She was a bit relieved upon being told it was okay, but the awkwardness that arose as a result didn’t ease the nervousness.

      Nor did the fact that she was still (technically) holding his hand... it felt nice, plus it was really warm...

      No, she didn’t want to feel more embarrassed than she already was. Perhaps she could try changing the subject? Ah, the blond had to say something, anything to get her mind off of her racing heart. 

      “Hey, Pit? Do you ever get lonely?” She realized that was a bit general, and she meant something specific.