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•†• I c a r u sx ( ★ ) x S k y l a r •†•
"The truest characters of ignorance are vanity, and pride and arrogance”
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Isis was standing there, right in front of him. In the flesh. With her long blonde hair, her pale skin... the memories he had buried years ago began to resurface. The feeling of those locks of hair running through his hands, the softness of her skin against his... it warmed his blood. It stirred his heart.
What was he going to do? She simply wanted to start small talking with him? After all these years of pain and waiting? Of not hearing from each other? This - this - is what she wanted to do?
Icarus would not stand for something so plain with a woman so amazing.
Instead, the man dropped his broom where he stood. He took a step towards her, grabbing her face gently between his hands, "Isis Morgana, how dare you think so little of me," Icarus pulled her in, locking their lips together. His heart raced in his chest as he did. Her lips were as soft as he remembered, and he didn't want anything less.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 3:37 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 6:15 pm
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•†• I c a r u sx ( ★ ) x S k y l a r •†•
"The truest characters of ignorance are vanity, and pride and arrogance”
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Those words were all he had wanted to hear all these years. How long had it been? Years, at least. They were torn apart from each other, going their own separate ways. Not by Icarus' choice, of course. But because his career led him in one direction and then the death of Yuki and Buffy... that had left him shattered. He forgot how to live for the longest time. Shut himself away to mourn. Yuki was not just a friend to Icarus, but he was like a brother to him. They had been friends since they were born. Always doing things together. Growing up, Hogwarts, working just next door of each other. Icarus had even been Yuki's best man at the wedding, for crying out loud. When the news of his friend's fate reached him Icarus ceased to live.
The only thing that had really saved him from himself - from his depression - were the children. They had needed someone to be there for them. Someone to adopt them, someone they knew, trusted, and loved. They called him Uncle Icarus because he was around so much and so often. He practically hung out with them every night he could. Yuki and he enjoyed relaxing on the porch of his family's house, watching the children play in the grass. The twins always causing trouble for their poor younger brother. Such sweet memories.
Could Icarus explain this to Isis at all? That he had left her behind because of the loss of Yuki and Buffy, on top of trying to provide for the three children and his own mother? They were rich, sure, and were given the money of the Isolde family (which, of course, had raised eyebrows at Icarus, until most remembered how dearly he held Yuki to him), but how long could that money last them? Icarus was doing what he loved most, but he needed to make sure it would keep him and his family safe, fed, and clothed.
He looked down into Isis' face, always having been so much taller than her. Those beautiful green eyes reminding him of the jade his father had loved to collect so much, "I've missed you too, and I'm sorry for leaving like I did," he shook his head. Would she simply take an apology like that? Just like that? "I just had so much going on,"
Even now, Icarus was tracking a killer.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 8:48 pm
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•†• I c a r u sx ( ★ ) x S k y l a r •†•
"The truest characters of ignorance are vanity, and pride and arrogance”
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When Isis mentioned a trip to the Amazon, Icarus couldn't help but raise his eyebrow. The Amazon? Italy? Where, exactly, had this woman gone? More importantly, why? They were interesting places, to say the least, but it seemed so peculiar that she would pick - of all places - the Amazon to visit. What was there for her anyway? And did she say that she found herself lost in there? Things seemed very interesting with her end of life. All Icarus had managed to do was get three kids that weren't even his and then follow his dream.
Wait, no, that was pretty sweet, wasn't it?
He shook his head and pushed Isis at arm's length. Why did she have to come into his life now though? After what he had found. Why couldn't she have come sooner? Or even later? Why now? It killed him that she was suddenly in his life, and he felt as though fate was making him choose, again, between her and Yuki. Why couldn't fate be kinder to him? How much negative karma had he gained by being a Death Eater?
"I'm sorry, but, there's something I need to do and," he hesitated, looking around, grasping for something. What would he even tell her, anyway? He was being stupid, as usual, "and I don't think I should get you involved,"
In his head, he kept telling himself that he just messed up. Big time. But, Yuki's killer was out there. Icarus knew who it was. There was no need to put Isis in danger, and if he had to push her away like this, then he would. He had to.
He looked into her eyes again, trying to memorize every feature. The shape of her face, the eyelashes that covered her eyes each time she blinked... then he let go of her, and bent down to pick up his broom. He needed to be off.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 9:24 pm
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  There it was again. That mood shift. Was he having as much problems as she was? Isis got her answer when he spoke. Confusion wrote itself on her features at his words not understanding at all what he was doing until he finished his sentence. Oh. He. Did. Not. Well Mister Skylar it seemed today was going to be a day of relieving plenty of moments in there lives. He was trying to walk away again. What on earth? He pulled away from her and Isis felt her heart drop again. Was this how it was going to be for the rest of their lives? A sweet moment of togetherness then something snatches it away? She felt her heart dropping in her chest and briefly she wondered if this time it would break. It might have too had the anger rising in her chest catching it. Forcing it back up into her chest and making it beat again. No....no more. Not again and not ever again if she had a damned word to say about it. With him not looking at her Icarus missed the hurt anger in her eyes. Moving quickly she half stepped over the broom, her feet close together, and turned twisting the broom away from him before his hands could get a hold of it. Turning with the motion of her legs she tucked the toe of one shoe under the broom popping it up to meet one of her delicate hands. Safely in her grasp, Isis back peddled after completing the turn her long hair fluttering about her. Who said Healers weren't very light on their feet? "How dare YOU, Icarus Skylar." Isis half snapped her tone hurt but the anger evident in it. "Do you think me some delicate flower you must protect? Do you not remember what we went through in school? I was at the battle too Icarus. I stood my own, defended more people then I care to consider and I know several people who owe me their lives because of my skills as a Healer and a witch." She continued barely pausing to give him a chance to defend himself. "How many times are we going to do this Icarus? How many?? Are you always going to be in my life and out of it as fast? Do I mean so little to you that you can so flippantly leave me? You pompous git! How DARE you?" Her voice quivered at the end and damn it all her vision was getting blurry as the blond stubbornly refused to cry. This was not the time to do this, she was aware of this. Isis couldn't help but feel though if she let him walk away now she wouldn't see him again. By god though this man was going to know just what he did to her every time before he walked away. Not this time. Gripping the broom tightly Isis had half a mind to hit him upside the head with it. "So help me Icarus if you do not answer me I will break this broom and use it to heat my apartment for the next three days."    
Hearts gather: Miko,Icarus
The truest things: And it shall be a hell of a fire
Guarding my beliefs: 10", Willow, with a Unicorn Hair Core. Springy, very good for healing
Guiding my hand: Icarus went all man on her, crazy XD |
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 9:58 pm
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•†• I c a r u sx ( ★ ) x S k y l a r •†•
"The truest characters of ignorance are vanity, and pride and arrogance”
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The broom was snatched from his reach and he suddenly felt like one of the Isolde children when he would taunt them with something over their heads that they couldn't reach. They would jump and cling to him, laughing and begging for the object. Those were pleasant memories. This... was not as pleasant.
If had been anyone other than Isis, he would have already pulled his wand out on them. Jumped on them and wrestled the broom back. But he couldn't quite do that now, could he? Instead, he looked up at sky as Isis tore him apart. She let me go at it, knowing that he probably really, really deserved it. Isis had most likely bottled it up until this point. Best to let her get it out.
When she finished Icarus looked at her, "Are you done tearing into me?" he raised his eyebrow; he was not too happy right now as he slowly - very slowly - approached Isis, "Because you don't know anything about me, Isis. As much as you have traveled the world, the time you spent with me... you don't know what has happened on this part of the world. What happened to me,"
He stopped right in front of her, the anger slowly dissipating. It was replaced with something softer, "I don't think you weak, Isis. I think you precious. With everyone I've lost... I could never live with myself if I lost another," Icarus' trench coat billowed as a breeze blew by. He wanted to hold her so bad right then, but what was another show of weakness? His mother wouldn't allow it.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 10:35 pm
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How does one deal with a traitor when it dwells within their own body? Why did her heart still ache to be near him? Why did it still long to do anything for him? Why must it insist upon still loving him despite everything it had been through? Did you carve it out and prayed the body still survived after the operation? Craft a new one that kept you moving but killed your soul? Was it possible to live without your heart? She had been doing it for years so why would now be any different. The last time he had walked away from her he had taken it with him tucked away in his pocket seemingly without a second thought. Fate must hate her. Cupid had to love toying with her. That tone in Icarus' voice bit into her more then the memories of him leaving. Was this it? Was the rest of whatever they had riding on this conversation? That part of her still feared she wouldn't see him again if he left now but this was something that needed to come out. Isis would never live with herself if she didn't at least try to get the air cleared between them. So many years of pain, confusion, and longing to be with him...Isis knew she would never move away if this was where they it. Forever she'd be left wondering what if... "Icarus..." Another sigh left her a bit of defeat sinking into her as she felt her anger started to calm a bit. "No you are right, I don't know what happened over here or what happened to you. You never talked to me about anything when it came to your family, a large chunk of your past....there is a lot that remains a massive mystery to me. I never cared about that though as I was simply happy to be with you. I wanted to be here but-" A shaky breath to calm her nerves. No crying not now. "I couldn't stand to be here anymore. I let myself get lost in my work because I couldn't spend anymore nights sitting at home hoping that you might decide I was worthy enough for you to come see me. I left so I could live but even away from England you never left me. Everywhere I went I found myself wishing you were there with me, seeing the things I saw maybe even feeling what I felt. I ran from this place I won't deny it but you never seemed to find it right to try and chase me back." The more she spoke the more Isis felt the anger dissipate. Her grip on the broom loosened but she did not offer it too him. She was done tearing into him but she had not said her piece. But he just had to go and say that didn't he? Why did he have to contradict what she said and call her precious? Why did her traitor of a heart have to skip at it? "Icarus whether we like it or not someday you will lose me forever. Someday I will lose you too. We aren't immortal and I cannot follow you when you die nor you I." There it went. Curse it all she said she wouldn't cry when they met next. Promised herself she would save at least a bit of her pride. Apparently pride be damned. "I would rather spend whatever time I had left on this planet with you no matter where you walk or what you walk into then spend all my years wishing for something different to have happened between us." One hand released the broom to wipe at one of her eyes so she could look at him more clearly. "Whether you like it or not, Icarus, I love you. I always have, always will and you may try to shove me away but I'm done being pushed. I want to help you no matter what you are getting into if you would only let me." That was it. There wasn't anything more she needed to say. If he left her again then that was that. She had tried to get him to stay but if this wasn't good enough then Isis truly didn't know what to do to get him to. Her gaze fell on his face and it stayed there. Her heart be damned she wouldn't break down more while standing before him.
Hearts gather: Miko, Icarus
The truest things: ......
Guarding my beliefs: 10", Willow, with a Unicorn Hair Core. Springy, very good for healing
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 10:58 pm
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•†• I c a r u sx ( ★ ) x S k y l a r •†•
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He look at her, shocked at how much she poured her heart out to him. It was a miracle that she was holding herself together, for so long. With all this inside her, boiling inside, how had she managed to keep it together? To keep herself from going insane or from exploding must have taken a lot of mental work. Having traveled across the land, trying to run away from him. Trying to run away from her memories of him and what he had done to her. If he wasn't feeling guilty already, he wasn't sure what else would do the trick.
To be so responsible for someone's pain and suffering... that was never Icarus' intentions. He never wanted to be the person who could smile while hurting someone. Sorted into Slytherin, but he had never had the same love as his house mates for teasing others. Sure, he joked around, had fun, played pranks, but that was his mischievous nature in general. It was never to the point of hurting anyone, if he could help it. And, if it was someone he loved...
"Isis," he leaned towards her, gently placing his hands on her face. Warm, soft. Just as he remembered, "I want you by my side. I can't think about anything else when I think about my future, but I just..." shutting his eyes tight, he pressed his forehead onto her's. With his eyes still shut and in a whisper, "I just found out more about Yuki's death... they called it an 'accident', but I know it's not,"
He opened his eyes, pulling his head away to look into her eyes. There was an emotion in his eyes that could have been close to fear, but it was mostly anger. There was a storm raging in him, that he couldn't quite control. It brought him back to the days when his father was still around. On top of this, he had been thrown into an emotional roller coaster with Isis, and was now a bundle of emotions. Good, and bad. However, right now, it was mostly bad as he remembered the reason he had come to Diagon Alley.
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 11:33 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 1:04 am
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•†• I c a r u sx ( ★ ) x S k y l a r •†•
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Icarus smiled at Isis' words. She didn't know? Of course not. Getting lost in the Amazon and visiting Italy, meant that delivering certain news to her would have been a struggle. It was surprising that the information of the Isoldes passing had even reached her ears with how far she traveled. Maybe people didn't think she needed to know about the children? Either way, she should know.
"Oh, no, sorry," he laughed, "I adopted them. All three. Hence why I kinda dropped off the face of the earth. It's difficult taking on the responsibilities of being a parent when you're not used to it, you know?" the air around them got lighter, but only for the moment.
As soon as his laughter stopped, Icarus remembered business. The task at hand, so to speak. He needed to find Yuki's killer, and they were running out of time, "Very well, come with me, Miss Morgana, and maybe you can let me know about your life since we last met?" he smiled as he bent down and picked up his broom. Icarus placed his free hand on her back and led her along, "We need some supplies,"
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 2:30 pm
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He had taken the children in? Icarus was a father now. The concept made her smile as she thought about it. Isis had seen Icarus teaching and at least older children he seemed to do well with. Those kids were in very good hands with him and it thrilled her to no end to think about that. The kids were young from what she knew but to be honest Isis had never met them. Maybe when this was all said and done she would ask Icarus to meet them. She would love to see how he was doing as a dad. "That does explain why you did. It is wonderful to know though that you did. Those kids are lucky to have you and I know you would do anything for them whether they were Yuki's kids or your own." Isis said smiling more at the sound of his laugh. She hadn't heard it in so long and to be honest it was a sound she had missed so much over the last few years. Maybe...maybe things were finally going to be alright between them. "Thank you for letting me help." She continued warmth spreading about her again when he lead her away hand on her back. It might be silly to some but she missed little things like that. The feel of his hand on her own, a brush of fingers on her arm, little things. Not everything had to be physical like her brother insisted upon saying. "Do you really want to hear about it? To be honest nothing much. I have been traveling learning the healing arts of other communities around the world. Most of Europe, part of Asain, the Americas its been enlightening. It's been a long time since I was a student but it was...refreshing." As Isis spoke she half glanced at the shops as they passed. "What kind of supplies are we talking about here?" She questioned curious as to where this was going now. Who would do such a thing as kill Yuki and Buffy? Come to think of it, a bit more importantly, did Icarus plan to turn the person in or kill them?
Hearts gather: Miko, Icarus
The truest things: This will be interesting
Guarding my beliefs: 10", Willow, with a Unicorn Hair Core. Springy, very good for healing
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 4:41 pm
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 She froze her arms as the girl pointed out she was taking the book she dropped. She paused on it as she passed it back to the girl. Animagi, was this girl studying up on it for school or herself, she wondered. Ryn made a quick decision. She turned deep red as she saw a pregnancy test had slip out of reach, she threw her self over to it and shoved it back in the bag. Doing what she should have, she quickly shrunk the bag and contents and put it in her pocket. Pulling out her card, it had her information as well as address."Forgive me, I'm Aerynn McKenny. I am actually a magizoologist, and quite informed on the topic if you would like to talk about it some time. Please owl me if you have any questions." She handed over the card, and rushed off home. She really did need to find out for herself. 
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 2:07 pm
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  Diagon alley...this place was so much fun and so weird all at once. So many people bustled about and way too many crazy things seemed to be swooping through the air. Last summer he had been here for the first time and honestly he wasn't certain what the governess had found funnier, him or his parents. The small blond had to admit it was funny watching his parents as they made their way through the place. All of them had taken this in stride and were slowly adapting to the crazy new life the preteen now lived. Magic....such a strange thing. He had a love for studying supernatural things but never had he expected there to be real magic, real creatures out there that normal hum...muggles. That was going to take some time to get used to. Shaking his head lightly, the clink of metal sounding ever so gently, Zayne looked back at his parents. The trio were having fun looking at all the stuff going on and his father had managed to stanch something that had been whizzing about their heads a few moments before. He laughed a little as Draven let the thing go and letting the young Ravenclaw see that it had been a snitch. He might make a Quidditch player out of his dad yet....not that he thought his father would do any good at it. His first year at school hadn't been very eventful. Struck with a case of shyness the normally fairly outgoing young boy had barely spoken to anyone. Everything had been so new to him so confusing, everything still was so confusing to him. Idly he toyed with the piercing that now adorned his lip the feeling of it strange but interesting. It had been a gift for his twelfth birthday and the silly thing was still healing...probably because he wouldn't leave the dang thing alone. Tucking his hands into his blazer's pockets he fiddled lightly with the object he found there. To him it was almost an embodiment of his tastes, personality and the solid link to the reality that being a wizard was. It was nine even inches of rich reddish rosewood, smooth despite the design etched into it. Bats spiraled up the shaft all seeming to spring from behind the crescent moon near the base of his handle. His wand was easily the most precious thing he carried. His family had thought it to be interesting but found it funny how he insisted upon carrying it with him no matter where they went. Thankfully his mother was a decent seamstress and had altered almost every one of his jackets or over shirts to have a pocket inside that he could slip it into. Strangely it made him feel safe and keeping it near meant that he had a content reminder that last year had not been a crazed dream. Sighing lightly he removed his hands from his pockets and pulled the list out of one of them. It was everything he was going to need for year two at Hogwarts. Part of him couldn't believe he was going back. Zayne honestly looked forward to it...ok well he looked forward to going back to the Ravenclaw tower. The place was amazing! He had found a window he liked to sit in across from the fireplace in the common room. Looking out over the grounds of school to the mountains that surrounded the place it was amazing. Late at night Zayne often found himself sitting out there watching as the moon passed over the sky and wondering what was moving about out there. Of course sitting there reading horror books probably didn't help his imagination but it didn't spook the blond. It just fulled his imagination to new heights that never wanted to come down. A hand came down on his head bringing him from his thoughts as it ruffled the heck out of his hair. Batting it away he laughed as Draven continued to harass his son when the cat laying around his neck got involved by batting at the hands. "Argh!! Alright, alright I give! Come on we need to get to the book store." Zayne protested as his father relented. An arm looped around his shoulders, this one from the tall red head that traveled with him. They had a lot to do and this quadruplet were going to be lucky if they didn't get lost.
Welcome to the Pride: Abraxas, his family
I remember everything....most of the time: Can't believe I'm going back...
Fear me if you dare: 9" Rosewood, with a Vampire Blood Core. Pliable with a shaft decorated with bats spiraling up and a crescent moon near the base
Hold on I need to take this: I've missed this boy....he needs to start doing things.... |
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