Icarus Cranewing

Icarus Cranewing. 27. Nephilim. FC: Ben Barnes

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She grinned, taking the drink and shrugging, “He is really cute, I mean did you see the tattoos?”

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Icarus’s wiggled his eyebrows. “I have tattoos as well...” He chuckled. “Technically.”

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Ragnor listened, keeping his thoughts and reactions to himself. His stare was almost bland but those who knew him were aware it wasn’t insulting; that was his gaze of attention. He had a genetic predisposition to simply look apathetic he supposed. It had never truly bothered him one bit. Those around him of course, but Ragnor couldn’t find a bone in his body that cared for the opinions of others. “The Cranewings were once a very powerful and influential people my dear boy. It is a trait that lays dormant, taxed with grief, in this generation. They simply fear its awakening is all.” Ragnor’s gaze deepened as his stare lingered on Icarus. “There’s power in you yet, Icarus Cranewing.”

“Your mixed blood makes you a threat.” The Cranewings previous dalliance with the Fae was no secret to the prior High Warlock of London. “Your people have never dealt well with threats.” Feeling as if he was staring too hard, Ragnor looked away to take in the cityscape. “When you grow into your shoes, do not allow it to consume you, Icarus. It would be a pity to hear you were buried in the Forest.”

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Icarus sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I have no intention of becoming the next Valentine. But I am aware of how the Clave looks at me as a threat.” He held the Warlock’s gaze. Icarus was known to never look away from people, staring at them with intensity to the point of making them uncomfortable, without even noticing. “I think that, in the end, it will not really matter. Sooner or later the Clave will find a reason to dispose of me, even if it’s not a fair one.”

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Alec shrugged. Icarus had missed his dark side. The one that saw no problem in flinging himself to the darkest corner of the Law for the sake of the Law. The one that nearly hand delivered Meliorn to die. “I don’t read often as it is anyhow. Not books anyways.”

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Icarus was pensive for a moment. “There was a time when I read more often, yes...” He stated, as he pushed the door to the coffee shop open. “What do you read then? Patrol reports?”

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Alec nodded and looked away politely, busying himself with a loose threat on his sleeve. He shook his head. “Quite the opposite. I like reading when they were at their prime and felt safe still. Comfortable in this world they were convinced was of their own creation. When they weren’t afraid to explore and publish tall tales of their interpretation of life as we know it.”

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He hummed. “Ah... Of course. Here I was, expecting Alexander Lightwood to have a darker side, and all he does is prove his sweetness.” Icarus teased, chuckling.

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As he got back she raised an eyebrow, “Oooh is it the hot one? Tell him to come get me himself!” She wiggled her eyebrows before laughing, spinning again as she started to dance with the next song, a clearly intoxicated drink plastered over her face.

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Icarus pouted. “What about me, am I not the hot one?” He showed her the drink he had gotten for her.

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Sipping the last of her drink, Harlow handed the glass to him, “Sure, off you go.” She grinned cutely, but the darkness behind her eyes was telling as she kept shifting her hips to dance, concentrating on the music and the beat vibrating the table.

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Icarus kissed her cheek, before heading down to the bar. When he came back, he motioned for her to come down. “The bartender is not very happy with this arrangement. He threatened to kick you out if you do not come down....”

[aleclightbroke-blog]

“Was it a part of the curriculum in the London Institute to learn dance?” Alec scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t bother to waste my time with mundane history. I know enough to get by.”

“On the off chance that I do read mundane books, I like the ones written by those who had the Sight and didn’t know it. Their believed lunacy is always fun to see unravel on paper.”

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Icarus cleared his throat. “It was not. My mother taught me.” He explained, and looked away fro a moment, before turning back to Alec with a small smile. “I never thought of looking at it that way... So you have fun reading the writings of someone who is shunned by their peers, for seeing what they cannot see, and be labeled as demented people for it?”

[aleclightbroke-blog]

“There isn’t a dancing bone in this body. Sorry to disappoint.” Except he wasn’t. At 6′3, to see this wiggling on the dance floor would be like shaking a boiled noodle. “Do you often read mundane literature?” He asked, feeling far more at ease now that he knew they weren’t going to a bar or club. 

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Icarus made a small disappointed sound. “You could learn if you wanted to, though, I am sure. I never thought I would be able to dance the way I do nowadays, and yet here I am...” He took a few steps on the very tip of his toes, and then chuckled. “Yes, I do read mundane literature from time to time. It’s refreshing to read something written by people that are naive, ignorant of this hidden world... I especially enjoy learning about their history. What about you?”

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The comment rolled over her head, choosing to ignore it before shrugging again, “None. Just want to party!”

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“of course you do...” He smirked, and his body moved and flowed with teh beat, dancing along with her. “Should we get some drinks?”

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“Icarus, are you calling me fat?!” She giggled, hands in her hair as she moved against him, shrugging, “I really don’t know, I’m having fun though.”

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He laughed.” Hardly, love, I am just saying mundanes are not known for building durable furniture.”

“what the special occasion, if there is any at all...?”

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“What? Come dance with me! I promise the table is safe…ish”

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Icarus rolled his eyes, and sprung his weight up onto the table, hands flying to rest on her waist. “Are you sure it can take the two of us?”

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“I’m trying to.” He confessed. After having been on what was technically only their second date, Alec hardly ever having time enough to reserve hours of the evening for his boyfriend, the Lightwood realized how much fun it was to go out. Because of this he was actively trying to schedule his time more efficiently. “I don’t dance.” Alec shook his head and stiffened. Just the thought of it freaked him out. “I’ve been to clubs before on patrols. They’re not really my scene.” 

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Icarus shrugged. “Fair enough. Too bad you don’t dance...” He scratched his chin, pensively. “I was going to say I could teach you a few moves. I am more... classically trained, of course, but a dancer must adapt.” He smiled shaking his head. “Coffee shop it is. It’s a quiet little place, and you can pick books up from shelves there and read while you drink your mug of coffee... If that is more your scene.”

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“I’m sorry.” Beau said, his voice earnest and warm. “Perhaps together we can start making a world where…where the Clave cannot be so…cruel. Maybe one day you can even be the leader!” He grinned, mostly joking.

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Icarus chuckled. “I could never have that responsibility. Besides, the Clave is too afraid I might turn into a new Valentine. They would never allow me to get even close from leading anything. My sister, perhaps, but not me or my brother. Although last time I checked she was trying to become an Iron Sister...”

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“Oh. Right. That sounds like an eventful night.” He muttered, jamming his hands into his pockets. Alec didn’t want to sound proud or wave his political stature over the older Nephilim so he shrugged and nodded. “When I have the time I do.” Between meetings and briefings and inventories and paperwork…yeah. ‘Time’. “We’re not going to club right now, are we?” There was an almost pained hesitation on his face, anxious undertones heavy in his stance. 

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Icarus quirked an eyebrow. “I think you should make the time.” He turned to face the other Nephilim and smirked. “I was not planning on it. Unless you want to go, I could definitely chaperone you.” He was thoughtful for a moment. “Have you ever been to a club? I mean, just there to dance, and chat, and have fun? Perhaps you might even enjoy it, if you have the right company.”

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“I respect the Clave and I will do what they tell me too.” Beau’s eyes dropped to his toes. “But my parents deserved better than a lifetime behind walls.” He felt like he deserved better, mostly it was what his parents had to live with that bothered him most about the Clave.

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Icarus nodded. “We were, after all, bred to be soldiers, to obey and protect...” Icarus sighed. “My father had no such luck of having a life at all... And his children scattered to the wind...” He scoffed.

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Alec smiled politely not really knowing much about bars other than what he’d seen breezing through them on patrols. “You found people willing to have conversation in a coffee shop? I most certainly don’t want to go there then.” He chuckled. Mundanes could be like relentless bees with their incessant chatter and ability to never know when to leave a Nephilim alone. “I…” Alec shrugged. “Is it that obvious?”

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Icarus snorted. “No, I meant at the club, I found company at the club.” He clicked his tongue against the rood of his mouth, smirking at Alec. “Oh, dear, it is worse than I thought...” He cooed playfully, and then shook his head. “I am sure you find other ways to entertain yourself, I will not judge you for your lack of expertise when it comes to clubs... At least, I will pretend I will not judge you for it.” He winked.

[aleclightbroke-blog]

Alec who rarely went out socially at all was taken a back for a second when he realized Icarus had meant they would go out for coffee. Not wanting to squelch whatever fragile repertoire they were fostering, he continued with the plan. A ripple of confusion flickered across Alec’s forehead and brows. “The buddy system’s just for patrols, Icarus.”

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Icarus cleared his throat. “Oh... Well... Good, because I lied. I went there on my own.” Icarus was thoughtful. “Although, it’s only half a lie, once I got there, I found plenty of company.” He shook his head dismissively, and headed towards the Institute’s door. “You don’t often go out, do you? I mean, for fun. I am sure you go out on many patrols.”