𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐇 𖤓 - 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧.

ÉNTEKA.

*:･ﾟ✧ ICARUS.*:･ﾟ✧
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SOURCE: literature unclaimed.

"Sure he fell,
All things do eventually.
But in that glorious moment,
As the biting ocean wind cut out,
As the wax dribbled down limbs,
Gold feathers fell like autumn leaves,
As he saw the distant coasts of the Aegean all around.

As he floated in the staunch defiance of heaven's fire,
He knew no one had flown higher."

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SOURCE: Matthew Buchwald.
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"A blaze of heat, the wings tear apart,
About the falling youth, whose skin turns pale,
From melted wax, flaw in the craftsman's art;

How can the horrified boy escape the fate,
Of a relentless plunge into the dark blue sea?

And how can the father,
Hearing his cries too late,
But feel the anguish as he watched over helplessly?

Set free is the lad,
And from this, his body is freed,
And the guilt drives the grief-struck parents mad.

They have a son no more."

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Icarus was a young boy held hostage, his potential limited - yet as he grew older, the strived to become more.

Desperate to grow into his newfound sense of adolescence, Icarus was driven to find enough independence and pride that could grant him an escape out of his repetitive lifestyle that he found himself bound within.

He was an avid explorer, yet he was restricted to the grounds in which he were held.

His father, a great provider - warned Icarus of the dangers of his credence and the threats of the outside world, how dangerous it was to a boy from his descent.

Growing impatient, Icarus became exhausted of the repetitive cycle in which he felt he could never escape, his parent's cautions having a littler and littler effect on his perspective and sense of morality day by day.

For he was willing to do anything to feel a sense of unhinged freedom, like the young adult he was determined to be.

And so, plastering wings curated from his father's  material advantages he'd gathered over time, he sealed them upon his budding skin.

Convinced he was at the brink of achieving liberty, away from controlling eyes, Icarus leapt, recklessly - his wings, at first - bolstering up his ascent.

However, he simply didn't feel high enough. He had already been granted his self-secured grant of freedom, yet, he wanted more.

He wanted something that his body simply wouldn't allow him.

But, having his life sheltered - his rational too clouded by the utter exhilaration of fledging the nest of restriction and protection from the outer world - he hadn't realised this.