golden wings melt like blue slushies // JJ Maybank

-Ask me why, why, why I'm like this // Maybe I'm just kinda like this-

finally! a long chapter! buckle up!

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Icarus wiped her hands on her jeans. She didn't usually wear such thick dark denim, but she had to admit it was comfy. It didn't help the weight in her chest, though.

The anxiety that balled up in her stomach and made her want to lay down and sleep forever was never ending and tight beyond belief. 

Too many 'what ifs' were spinning in her head and instead of doing anything about them she just hung her legs over the bow of the boat and watched the sun set over the sparkling water of Outer Banks for what could very well be the last time. The waves themselves were beautiful, a clear blue that the orange sun sparkled off like glitter on blue satin.

The breeze was barely there, but the air wasn't too muggy either. On a day like this she would be sitting cross legged on a cushion with Harley, drawing patterns onto people's skin with henna and ordering blueberry smoothies from the shop opposite.

Instead, she waited for John B to meet them at the hidden in the reeds and brush dock they'd taken the cigarette boat to.

She pushed her hair back and out of her face. It was knotted again, after sleeping underneath a tarp and then sitting behind Pope on his bike while they sped through town.

She needed to wash the blood out too, but she didn't have time to get in the ocean.

Something crashed behind her and she turned, lifting her prosthetic leg over the edge of the boat with her. She frowned and tilted her head. "What on earth are you two doing?"

"Getting all this into the boat?" Pope muttered, his voice all confused like, from behind a big white container of tinned goods and bagged up loaves of bread. "What does it look like we're doing?"

"I was talking to the idiots," she answered,

Kiara and JJ looked up from the esky of plastic water bottles they were hunched over like deer caught in headlights. Kiara glanced to JJ with wide eyes and he stood up straight. "Nothing's wrong."

Pope put down the container onto the back of the boat with the rest of them. "You burst the water bottles, didn't you?"

"...no, of course we didn't," Kiara argued. She looked away. "Anyways, where is he?"

Icarus blinked. "I could just yell?"

Pope stared at her. Then he looks at the water around them like he was planning to drown himself. "And... you think that's a good idea? To yell for the guy that the FBI is currently... you know what, yeah... Go for it, Ig's. Natural selection."

Sirens wailed again. Iggy rolled her eyes. The chequered blue and white cars had been streaming past like ants going back to their hole for at least forty minutes now on the highway.

No one had bothered to drive down to the hidden cove.

"Oh," Icarus said, picking at a patch on the leather jacket she was wearing. "Someone should grab my paycheck on Friday, by the way. I missed a few shifts but maybe you can buy some tissues."

"...Why would we need tissues?" Kiara snorted. "I'm gonna get as many packets of oreo's as I can-"

WOOP

Someone had bothered to drive down to the hidden cove.

Pope scrambled back, pushing at Icarus to hide beneath the piles of supplies stacked up, but she paused. The car slowed down and then stopped completely, rocks and gravel sliding underneath the wheel.