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hymn of the past
/ICARUS’ POV/
It’s a strange thing, to love someone with all your heart, to never know a life without them, and then to have them leave.
Icarus had first met Luke when he was eight. He had been at Camp Half-Blood for a year already when the dishevelled teen stumbled in with a young girl by his side. Icarus cared little for the daughter of Zeus barred by wood, nor the heir to Athena.
He took one look at Luke and thought of home.
He had been so much kinder back then, much more lighthearted and gentle. He was happy being Icarus’ brother. He didn’t need anything else.
It wasn’t until Luke came back from his quest, face now forever marred, that Icarus realised that all brothers follow the same, mournful path.
Once more, he looked to Luke and thought of home.
But home was never kind.
Before, Icarus would smile at his brother’s eyes the colour of sky, look at his strands of sandy blonde hair and be content. Luke was everything Icarus wished his brother was.
