His heart was a twisted thing, not without compassion but very much so a jaded thing. With a push or two, it could turn to stone and he would be left apathetic and cruel. However, everyone
was a little twisted. Everybody went a little mad. Everybody died. Simple facts of life those were. He might have been uncontrollable, visceral, even a little more than impulsive- but it was life.
It was fun. He very much enjoyed his mortality, and he would enjoy it to reckless
extremes if given the opportunity. His reserves of diligence and caution were more than empty, they were nonexistent.
What else could you expect from a man who had nothing
left? Icarus ran a hand through his hair, the boredom he felt was a bit-no, amazingly
excruciating. He needed a distraction, but at the moment he was just taking a stroll through the woods. A stroll.
Icarus had no ambitions, no beliefs, but he did believe in luck. Where
he was going was of little concern. It was the possibility of what
he could experience that intrigued him. He didn’t care what this particular patch of land was called, and he certainly didn’t care if it was dangerous. He merely wanted something
to happen. Yet, Fate
was taking her sweet time.
Unbeknownst to him, a little spider tagging along for the trek would be just what he was hoping for.
The beauty of the landscape was not as lovely to the eyes of Icarus as it might have been to anyone else. So, slowly he began to change what he saw. It was little things here and there, making a flowers petals bloom into something like a dragon’s head, and the illusions continued to appear as he walked, only dissipating as he passed them by. It was not much, but making his surroundings strange was enough to at least curve his lips into a smile. A small, private preview of art. Though, hearing a voice so close to you without ever sensing another soul… was indeed startling. Where were they? That voice to which he turned to swiftly seemed disembodied. Speaking of insane people and dull silences. Well, it was not the oddest thing to ever happen to him- so he played along after a pause in his step. A dramatic hand rising to grip the clothing above his heart. “I am hurt. What, am I not insane enough for you? I was beginning to believe we had a connection.” The slight coo in his voice hinted at playfulness. His skull turned this way and that, searching for the faceless companion without success. How could he have guessed she would be a spider sitting the one place he overlooked?