#icarusdaluson

It'd been months since Chance had made any contact with Icarus, her once best friend that just seemed to disappear into thin air... with Naomi. Chance could admit that her feelings were insanely hurt, because Icarus had known her longer and been friends with her longer, but he still left her for the girl that she'd never really grown to like. Besides, how could you like somebody that stole your only best friend?

But the brunette still had Andrew, the guy she'd finally said "I love you" to, the one who promised to never leave her. And she was pregnant now, and happy. Insanely happy, honestly, almost everything in her life was going perfect, and while she knew it wouldn't last forever, the brunette enjoyed it while it lasted. 

She had just gotten off her waitressing job, and as she was pulling up to her house she noticed somebody sitting on her steps, and her heart thudded to a stop. She knew it wasn't Andrew, he had a key and he would never just sit out there and wait for her to get home. She only knew one other man who looked like that... Icarus.

If you came in my room we would…. [x] cuddle and watch disney movies [] have a pillow fight [] sleep [] fuck [] How the….gtfo!

I would kiss you on… [] neck [x] cheek [] lips [] forehead

I would let you sleep on… [x] My bed [] floor [] bathroom [] Lemme show you to the door. [] me ;)

I rate you…. [] 1-4  [] 5-7  [x] 8-10 [] Beyond Perfect

I would ______ you… [] Fuck [x] Hug [] Kiss [] Date

When would such cruelty end? It was a question that Fleurette asked herself frequently; a test subject of the military government, stripped of her name. To them, she was Valdis, a goddess of death. To them, she was no more than a toy soldier, a weapon of war.

She remained curled up in the cradle-like ball of a chair that remained suspended from the ceiling in her containment room, fingertips trailing a book of braille that one of the kinder scientists had given to her in secrecy; perhaps some cared for her after all, rather than simply doing their jobs.

She paused, however, a strange presence caught in her extrasensory field; what was that? It was unlike anything she'd sensed before. And yet, with it came a sense of... familiarity. Sightless eyes glanced up the glass wall of her containment room that separated them, unblinking.

"I know I'm awful to all of you guys... and I wanna make it up to you."