“No idea,” Icarus shook his head, it was honest, at least, “That’s what we’re going to find out,” by this point, he was already running a bit forward, “How long have you been here again? That’ll help decide.” He asked the question like this wasn’t death, just a trip, just a trip, death was too hard to think about for Icarus at times.
“Sounds like my kind of plan,” the nonexistent kind, that is. Following the other’s quick pace, Adonis wondered how he could seem so lighthearted in a place like this-- But did so in admiration, hoping he could also feel a little less heavy and somber. “Not long, I barely know the place. You?”
















