#icari

MY SON... IS FINISHED

his name is icari and he's stupid I lov him

i spent... so long on this n im very proud!!

random angel design i saw because i couldn't sleep last night lol

They’d both been gone for a while now.

Uri had his own matters to attend back in Aurea, and Icarus, well... he was still himself, never able to stay at the same place for too long. It was only natural that they’d be separated for some time, and Uri knew that. He knew, and still, it bothered him.

Every time he had to let Icarus go, it felt like a part of himself went with him. Everything seemed colder, drearier, unwelcoming without him around. The first days were the toughest. Uri found himself laying down, sprawled over his bed, missing the presence of the man that often laid next to him, asleep, safe and sound. 

This wasn’t one of the first days. No, in fact, they hadn’t been able to see eachother in months. Uri had just gotten back home, mind occupied with a million things as he took off his shoes and laid on the couch for a few moments. That was what he intended to do at first, at least, if he hadn’t been rather startled by a loud thud in the kitchen.

Uri hurried to look, and to his surprise, what he found was Icarus, near a quite clearly broken window. 

“Hello there, soldier boy.”

“What happened?!” 

Icarus laughed, and by god, Uri missed hearing him laugh. Even if it was as simple as this. “I see you haven’t changed in the last months. It’s good to see you again.”

“W-well, yes, I am glad to see you, but why are you in my kitchen, and why is the window broken?” He stuttered, a bit too surprised over everything to make much sense. Uri sighed lightly, and crouched to help the man stand. 

“I heard someone come in, and I didn’t know who it could be.” Icarus shrugged his shoulders, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. Before Uri had the chance to say a word, however, he pulled him in for a kiss.

In the intention, it should have been a quick peck, but by now, Icarus knew Uri wouldn’t let that happen, as he took no time before cupping the man’s cheek and pulling him closer and closer. The older Iskandar felt his heart race, and his grip on Uri’s hair tighten, their lips missing the warmth of eachother so much.

“I missed you.” Uri murmured, still so close he felt as if he were whispering into the man’s lips. Icarus grinned, eyes still closed. 

“I missed you, too.” He sighed, thumb brushing over the soldier’s cheek. His skin felt warm, as it always did. He pressed another kiss to the Aurean’s lips, who gladly returned that.

“I love you.” A hoarse whisper escaped from Uri’s kiss reddened lips. In any other situation, the words may have caught Icarus off guard, or made him hesitate. 

But this time, for once, he knew with absolute certainty what to say in return.

@internetremix I was originally gonna make a scene or landscape with tiles but everything looked too blocky so my courage broke and I made a sprite instead. Obviously disregard the canon below if it wasn’t what you were going for, Jojo:

The West wind was created last, and the only one created by Highwind priest Borias 25 years before war would break out, rather than his predecessor, for the other winds had either died and neglected their duties to garner foreign techniques and knowledge belonging to the other elemental peoples, and, if possible, the most treasured prize of all, one that none of the other three had ever gotten: foreign magical techniques.

The west wind in stories and myth was an entity known for trickery and misdirection, being weaker than it’s siblings, and to that end, the human who dared take that mythical thing’s name for itself mimics that trait strongly.

¡¡ HOY HOY HOY !! Nos vemos en la noche en el Laboratorio Sensorial.

Criaturas del pantano puesta en escena Ave de Malagüero Videoclip ICARI

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Venta de arte :)