"It's a moment of elation before letting go... giving in to the exhaustion and tucking into a roll just before looking down. Icarus spreads her wings and pushies towards the earth beneath her. The wind in her feathers, the ground rushing up to meet her, the thought leaving her mind and instinct taking over... nothing else. Instinct."
New character that's been flying around in this brain of mine.
Her name is Icarus, she's scorned, worn out and broken. Tired. Because of this she has a cavalier attitude, rough edges, and a penchant for pulling daredevil stunts to put the spark, the thrill back into her life.
1 year, 5 months ago
23 Apr 2017 22:23 CEST
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