@wordbound sent in a ship, and this song is surprisingly fitting
Daniel in the Den - Bastille
And felled in the nightBy the ones you think you loveThey will come for you
Dreaming along in a pace you’ll understand
Icarus falls.
And falls.
And falls.
That is perhaps, the thing that surprised him the most. Just how long the descent was– the way the wax burned as it ran down his arms, the disconnected way he watched the feather whip past his head, and at it’s heart, the way he screamed towards the sky for Apollo to save him. He doesn’t, and his father cries out like it will save his son from hitting the water.
When he comes back, he goes to one of the many temples dedicated to the sun god, and prays. Part of Icarus hopes that if he just asks a little harder than Apollo will come back, and things will be okay. It takes a century for Icarus to stop praying. When he does, the guilt and the doubt, and the anger creep in. He’s not surprised really.
Apollo was known for his… lovers, and just because the world din’t know about him, didn’t mean that it didn’t matter. He wasn’t the first, and he’s not the last (Hyacinth, poor, beautiful, broken Hyacinth). The anger comes easy; Apollo could have done something, could have saved him, could have… could have loved him.
Have I mentioned how much I love @goldentemplariumcrow, because I should. I love them, like look at the wonderful artwork! I mean, the fact it’s of Icarus is nice, but like, the actual art skills! I’m in love, this is amazing. The hair, the necklace, it’s just so on point. *hugs*
He hadn’t wanted to become a parent again. He’s avoided it, he hadn’t had any of his own since the 60’s when... well, the Draft cared little for the wants and cares of the men it took. Vietnam would not have been a good place to die normally, it was all the worse because he’d had to leave people behind.
But just as he hadn’t planned, fate very rarely took into account what he wanted, so here he was, looking lost at the shelf of baby bottles and formula. The last times he’d had to do this, he had a wife. This time, it was him alone. Jessamine was a friend, and he couldn’t blame her for asking. (The doctors had caught the cancer, but there was no guarantees, and she had rather her daughter be safe than with her).
Swaddled tightly in a blanket, and tucked in the crook of his arm, the infant slept soundly, and Icarus smiled down softly, before turning his attention back to the shelf. It hadn’t magically transformed into something he recognized. The specifics that had come with experience had dulled, the brands he knew had been discontinued, and even then he’d only had a lifetime of experience with it, before that it had been the Titanic, and... well, both his wife and son would be dead now.
He sighed, admitting defeat and pulled out his phone with one hand, making sure not to jostle the child held in his arms too much. he considered the options before composing the message.
New Message| I need help. What sort of formula do you buy a two month old? If you don’t know, could you at least google it?
Ask and ye shall receive! I give you the gift of children! You get two only because I found two faces I liked, and decided not to choose between them.
Name: Anastasia Rosali
Gender: female
General Appearance: Anastasia looked like Icarus and Dio more than Michael, she had his eyes, but the rest of her was all their’s. Her shaping was Icarus, the same nose, the same jaw, if a little softer, and Dio’s colouring. The same straight, light blonde hair and pale skin.
Personality: Anastasia was quieter than her siblings. More content to sit back and observe than to interact directly with anything. She liked stories– writing them, reading then, listening to any of her parents telling them. (Some of her favourite memories of being young were doing her homework at the theatre while Tata and Mama were rehearsing). It doesn’t surprise anyone when she takes after her them and goes into the theatre (she does costume design instead of acting though).
Special Talents: Because she’s their child, Anastasia knows a ton of languages (English, Italian, French, and Greek (both modern and ancient)). As well, she isn’t actually all that scared by the scary things that go bump in the night, she might not know magic, or have any control over the shadows like either of her siblings, but she took after Michael in that she was really good at researching things.
Who they like better: Michael
Who they take after more: Icarus (and Jessamine for that matter).
Personal Head canon: When she’s older, she ends up dating a vampire.
Face Claim: Emma Delury
And / or
Name: Dorian Rosali
Gender: male
General Appearance: Dorian is very much their child. His features were a cross between Michael and Dio, with hair that was just a little bit less than Icarus’. taller than Michael and his sisters, but shorter than Icarus and Dio. Dorian’s eyes were a much more faded out shad of blue than any of his parents.
Personality: Dorian, rather like both his sisters, is unafraid of the things that go bump in the night. He grew up with the VM as a family pet, and with decent regularity, some demon creature would invade their home. (Apparently before they got the VM, is was harder to deal with them). He and Delilah were more interested in the unknown, and while she went for powers more like Baba’s, Dorian liked the actual occult-like magic more. As a teenager, he got into music.
Special Talents: While outwardly quite normal, Dorian has some mild skills with magic. He’s by no means some master of the mystic arts, but it’s enough for him to banish an eldritch abomination if he has to.
Who they like better: Dio
Who they take after more: Icarus
Personal Head canon: He and Anastasia are twins, but he’s closer with Delilah. Both of them are a bit more outgoing, and a bit more likely to poke at the unknown with a sharp stick, but more than a few times, their parents have found all three children asleep, piled around an old tome.
General Appearance: Ambose very much took after Icarus in terms of appearance. He was tall with a head of sunny blonde curls and the same sad eyes. His features were Tim’s though, the same hands, the same face just in the wrong palette.
Personality: There was no doubt Ambrose was their son. He took the adventure Icarus had without the same level of tragic cynicism. As well, he had the same idealism that Tim did. The only thing he did struggle with was feeling like he fit in. A string of lovers to try and fill the void in his chest. He wasn’t a flirt, but he did things (sports, and theatre, and everything in between) to try and make him feel like his life had meaning. It wasn’t jaded cynicism, just a feeling of displacement. It gets better as he gets older, and he takes up Tim’s old hobby of photography.
Special Talents: Aside from recalling his last life, Ambrose has a natural gift for languages, as well, he takes over both his parents with a gift for numbers and figures.
Who they like better: Tim
Who they take after more: Icarus
Personal Head canon: Children had active imaginations, but every so often the active imaginations were memories. Ambrose remembers his last life. (He was one of the dying artists Icarus became the big brother to at the end of the 1980′s).
"M! Icarus! I bought a lot of yarn to knit one gigantic chunky blanket together! Do you want to help me out?"
@goldentemplariumcrow
Icarus looked up from his spot in the kitchen, the kettle poised above two cups to look at Dionisus skeptically. “Do you know how to knit? I’ll help though.”
Michael placed down the book he was halfway through with a look of curiosity. “Blanket?” he asked, standing to welcome Dionisus. “I’m happy with that idea.”
