we are no tale of icarus

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Icarus

My love for you is clouded

By laughter

And midnight

And balloons

Together we will fly

And if we end up too close to the sun

We will catch each other

And fall as one body

We are no tale of Icarus:

He, who flew alone

And didn't stop

To hold hands

Or eat jelly

Or admire the light from afar

We are no tale of Icarus

My love for you is clouded.

        At times I have to stop to breathe for a second. It's moments like these that make me take a step back, and somehow appreciate what I have. Sometimes I don't understand it. My love. Working for the League has clouded my vision. Each day I feel myself stray from my initial goal. My intent. When I'm with you I welcome that feeling--who needs revenge?

    But those thoughts quickly pass. That bastard scum needs to pay and I'm the only one who can carry his punishment out. No matter how beautiful and breathtaking you are, my love for you will always be clouded. Not until I win.

By laughter

      You look up from the book you were reading to laugh. No, my love is not only clouded by revenge or the League, but your laughter. It reminds me of a happier time with my siblings, before--your laughter reminds me of a time that's long gone. And of a person who is dead and buried. It makes me wanna leave, leave everything behind again. I cannot afford the luxury of bliss, the luxury of your laughter while he was still a hero.

"What's with the long face?" You ask me, gently nudging my shoulder with your crimson red wings in a playful manner. I hadn't realized I had been in a trance of just admiring you, lost in my thoughts.

"It's nothing."

And midnight

    Midnight. Another pointless League meeting, which I should've been none the wiser to attend. Then again if I had skipped out on another session of Shigaraki throwing a tantrum, I'd be in trouble. I won't tell them you're my potential recruit or that I won't let them meet you. Never.

     For the love I feel for you should not meet with the midnight hours I spend with the crustiest of villains, discussing plans that will never work and dreams that will never be. You're a light in my life, the only one, I wouldn't want tainted by the dark underbelly of society. No matter what lies you feed me. No matter how bad your acting skills are, it won't ever convince me you are anything but a hero worthy of the title.

  I grimace. What am I thinking? That was sappy. While Shigiraki maintains the ideals that the world itself be rid of all heroes, I stick by Stains ideology. There's only a few who deserve to be heroes.

    The Hawk's persona the Commission had forged for you doesn't matter to me. The fake persona you display for the camera's of a cheery care-free man isn't you. It's the Kiego Takami you show me that convinces me of my love for you. The Kiego that doesn't put up a front, that allows himself to be vulnerable in the darkest hours of the night.

It's times like those that make me truly believe you're a hero, one who makes me feel saved.

    The night was silent by the time I reached the poor excuse of a League hideout, a filthy warehouse. It was probably too late to turn back, and I knew that the second I opened the door to be greeted by the face of the youngest and most annoying LOV member.