golden wings melt like blue slushies // JJ Maybank

-Blue Velvet-

She wore blue velvet

Icarus tucked her hair in front of her shoulder in a way that would disguise the headphone she had poking from her sleeve, held against her ear discretely as she sat at a table. It was empty, thank god, so she could just watch the mingling from a distance as Kiara went in search of Pope.

Bluer than velvet was the night

Fairy lights strung along the pillars, and the glowing lights from inside the venue were the only thing warding off the dark. Icarus didn't mind, she'd rather look at the stars, which were so much nicer then when she was in the city, and the sky was polluted by smog and gas.

Softer than satin was the light

A full flute of champagne was on the white tablecloth, but Icarus didn't drink. She liked raspberry slushies better. Kiara's parents had disappeared a while ago, off to mingle and have passive aggressive polite conversations, and Icarus was just thinking of how many feet pictures she'd have to sell online to pay off the thirty thousand.

From the stars

Heels clinking on concrete and light chatter was the only sound, which was why Icarus had decided that Spotify was her only hope. Then she spotted Kiara holding up her purple dress, walking inside alone. Where was Pope, then?"

She wore blue velvet

Icarus stood up quickly, pausing her music and smoothing down the front of her suit. Kiara hadn't found any dresses long enough to cover Icarus's leg that actually looked nice, so she'd found a velvet suit.

Icarus had taken the pants and jacket from the matching set and borrowed one of Kiara's white leather corset tops. It looked nice, even if Anna had made her swap her converse for some white boots that disappeared under the end of the pants.

At least her prosthetic meant she didn't have to wear heels.

"Ig's!"

She whipped around to see a still slightly bruised Pope in a stripey shirt and apron dodging a blonde lady with a large headpiece. He ran over and wrapped her in a hug, "holy shit, Ig's, are you okay?"

Icarus hugged him back, eyebrows flying up when he kissed her on the cheek, but it didn't stop his rambling. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you take the fall for all that, how did you get out? ...I feel so bad..."

"Dude chill," Icarus waved a hand. "I only owe the Cameron's, like three thousand dollars..."

"What the fuck? It's my fault, it's my fault, I have to tell the truth, go to the police and say it was actually me." Pope was shaking by now, eyes wide and panicky.

Icarus grabbed his shoulders and held them tightly, looking him in the eye. "Calm down, it's not your fault, I choose to do it, you're not going to the police, because you have that interview thing. What am I gonna do with my life anyway? Become a tattoo artist and live in a boat forever?"

"Yes! You can't do that if you're in jail!"

"Chill, deep breaths." Icarus said slowly, shaking Popes shoulders in the nicest violent way possible. "We can sort it all out okay? Kie's gonna open a lemonade stand, and I'm gonna become a stripper, Mitchy'll totally do it with me."

"That is an awful plan, like awful." Pope fretted, fiddling with his stained apron and searching the crowd over her shoulder. "I mean you two could be strippers, but there's no way that statistically you'd make enough money by, when's the trail?"