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#oc: icarus lastname
limielle · 3 months
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complexity
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limielle · 6 months
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second son, hidden dagger
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limielle · 5 months
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summon bahamut
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limielle · 5 months
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icarus' evolution through the expacs... i characterise him as a loserboy bocchama spoilt brat but he actually has deep characterisation okay
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limielle · 2 years
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..?
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limielle · 5 months
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[ardbertwol] i am not a writer at all but i wanted to . get that scene out of my head LOL and i dont want to draw a comic for it . . .
Something Ardbert has noticed, in the few hours they get to spend together whenever Icarus is blessed with downtime, is that the warrior of light has a particularly bad habit of staring. 
He can feel that very stare digging into the back of his head as he appraises Icarus’ weapon collection. It’s impressive, and unexpected. Over the short time that he has been on the First, Icarus has only ever used black magics to defend himself, yet he had Feo Ul bring an amalgam of different weapons to the First the moment it had been possible. 
You have to be prepared, Icarus had told him.
“I didn’t know you could wield the ax,” Ardbert says, turning to meet that incessant gaze head on. “You don’t strike me as the martial type.” 
“I am not,” Icarus responds. He doesn’t look away from Ardbert’s face, even after being caught staring. “I’m sure you wield yours much better than I do, loathe as I am to admit it.” He pauses, and Ardbert pointedly ignores the heat that spreads through his chest at Icarus’ praise. “I wield it using telekinesis, much like the Nouliths over there.” 
He jerks his chin in the direction of four strange looking artifacts. Ardbert turns, grateful to have something else than the viera’s delicate features to focus on for a while. 
“What are those used for?”
“Healing. And hurting.” 
“I can’t- I don’t understand how you can possibly-” 
Before Ardbert can complete his sentence, the weapons lift from their perch. He has to repress the urge to reach for his own when they zip over to him, coming to a stop right before his face. Then, gently, they begin to circle him. The perfect harmony with which they move is akin to watching the dancers in the markets, and Ardbert finds himself mesmerized. 
After a while of spinning around him, they group together again, before shifting away. Ardbert follows them, only to come face to face with Icarus - now standing much closer to him than he was before. 
The nouliths quietly come to a rest behind Icarus’ back. 
“Like that,” Icarus says, smiling down at him. 
“That didn’t explain anything.” If Ardbert sounds a little breathless, Icarus makes no mention of it. He’s looking down at Ardbert again with that same look he gave Emet-Selch during his impromptu visit to the Ocular. 
“You’re staring.” 
Icarus merely hums in response. “I just feel,” he says, “like you’re- like I could just-” 
He trails off, reaching forward. Ardbert watches Icarus’ hand with mounting dread. He’s not sure what it would feel like to have Icarus’ fingers phase right through him, but the feeling of first discovering that he was like this comes rushing back, a coiled lump of despair lodging itself in his throat. 
Fighting the urge to close his eyes, he remains stock still, even as Icarus gently, oh so gently, places his hand against his chest. 
Pressure. 
Despite its current state, his body registers when Icarus’ hand makes contact with his breastplate. Ardbert jerks back, the place where Icarus’ hand had touched burning like molten rock. 
“What-”
“I knew it.” 
“Huh?”
Icarus shrugs, looking down at his hands. “Not once did you seem incomplete to me. I thought if I focused enough aether into my hands I could-” 
Ardbert reaches forward, wrapping his hands around Icarus’ fingers. He can feel them – not the heat of him, he still can’t smell Icarus, he still can’t feel Icarus’ breath despite their proximity, but he feels the distinct pressure of touching something. Someone.
“I- I can’t believe- you- it's really happening- it’s been so long,” he’s babbling, and if he could cry he’s sure that the tears would have spilled by now, but as it is he simply stares at their conjoined hands in awe. 
“Well,” Icarus says softly, “at least now you know you can touch me. If you ever need to.”
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limielle · 2 years
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icarus is very creative
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limielle · 2 years
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meet cute
the text behind him says “I have longed to face an opponent worthy enough of my attention. Not even your dearest General Gaius Van Baelzar could live up to the task! I have felled beasts, Gods, and dragons, so I hope you will prove to be a challenge”
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limielle · 1 year
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perhaps one of us could be...?
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limielle · 1 year
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waiting for the chocobus
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limielle · 2 years
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been using my wol for warming up lately
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limielle · 3 months
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i love everyone's interpretation of the ryne and icarus comic but i promise u the intent was not to make it sad
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limielle · 6 months
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i got him qwq
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