WHO: @mcyme WHERE: Xenios, outside Ares Rhea’s quarters WHEN: Some time after The Incident WEARING: Dries Van Noten (x)
Icarus is vaguely aware that this is ridiculous. That he shouldn’t get involved, that he isn’t supposed to care, that he’s probably going to give too much of himself away. Vaguely, he knows he ought to know better — but every time the rational part of his mind tries to tell him to turn around, go home, keep his mouth shut and stay out of things that aren’t about him, his memory conjures up the image of a bloody bite mark on Heph’s neck and he can feel his blood pressure begin to climb.
At least Ares Rhea is easy to find, for anyone who knows where to look. He moves like the holograms in the woods, visiting the same locations at varying intervals on a loop; the Xenios security station, the Calydon Dome control center, his father’s office. It leaves Icarus plenty of choices, but in the end he takes the simple route and stations himself in the hallway outside Ares’s rooms.
It takes a while ( twenty-six minutes, to be precise ) but sure enough, Ares rounds the corner and Icarus pushes off the wall he’d been leaning against, the sight of his target’s face more than enough to resuscitate the acrid burn of emotion that brought him here in the first place.
“Ares, just the man I wanted to see. Got a minute?” His face is carefully composed, tone friendly and light, as if this were some trivial nonsense. Icarus knows it won’t last more than a minute at most, but he hopes, for now, that it’s believable.
