#🌹 | tea time with: 'icarus'

[navxry]

A paper preserved within an envelope reads:

I shouldn’t get my hopes so for this one, the chances of it reaching anyone this time is as best as my poor Mr.Scarf stood against the ever-shifting winds, almost being torn out entirely and cast away into the window to never be seen against.

The sky, it’s a mere battlefront for the warriors of the overcast to strike each other down with, each lightning the glint of their swords! But there’s no heroism to be found anymore as it’s a petty argument, but what is the reason why, I wonder? Even if it’s muffled around these walls, I can pick up on nothing, they must truly be angry.

Yet, if it’s an argument.. there has to be some sort of resolve, right? Yes, so I sent out a peace offering that wasn’t my scarf, instead, I gave them an old lantern I had that I even took the time to light. All they have is an utter boreal of downpour, I’d imagine, so the kindling of a flame would help them surely. They took it; only time may tell if it succeeded or not!

… Was that an entertaining thought? I kinda hope so, it was funny to think of.. but maybe it belonged back in my head, like other things. The more I talk aimlessly, the more my tangents hardly have any truth. But, don’t worry, there’s no arguments to be found here I think! It’s just the wind. I don’t know why I said it to begin with.

I don’t really expect *this* to be found like I said. But if it does.. tell me, what’s your favorite season?

— “Icarus”

Hm... Well, I'd normally agree with your first thought. After all, having to send a letter to the literal void that hosts no one but me and a few others is a feat- it's almost nonsensical, to think a letter can reach to the place where nothing resides.

But I'm making a bit of a jest here— I received it, after all. Maybe it's better that I don't make you worry on who you're speaking.

Now. Let's see…

… your world sounds like an eternal battlefield, Icarus. It sounds as though the troubles of who you're speaking to has been hard to manage— I pity you, honestly. I hope whoever you sent the lantern to had retrieved it, considering how bad a downpour can be if we're not careful to take shelter.

Say, do you know what's going on with your… Companion, I guess? You seem to have mentioned giving a scarf to them— but they didn't return it. Did they lose it? Or was it damaged? I have too many questions, mostly because I'm curious. I don't exactly have the chance to speak to someone who speaks in metaphors.

Not after what I've endured.

Ahem.

The tangent is quite entertaining, yes— I'm not one to judge what I hear. I've been told to never judge what goes on with another mortal's person's life: their stories are as interesting as the other's. Who knows? You might get another piece of news from them. You'll never know. I won't.

As for my favorite season… Fall. Its ironic, because Fall can signify a lot of things— but I enjoy the matters of the season. Maple leaves, red and orange, and signifying the welcoming sounds of winter. It used to be winter that was my favorite, but…

… Nevermind. It's… Too telling. Too personal to speak of why I hated it.

Besides, it reminds me of a friend. A friend that lost their spouse. They said they both enjoyed Fall, and I didn't knew what they meant at the time, but… Beauty comes in all forms, I suppose.

What's your favorite season, Icarus? Indulge me for a moment. Maybe we can be penpals if you ever need a companion. A companion that has long since met loneliness.

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