it’s like this. icarus made wings out of wax to escape a prison. but when he was outside for the first time in years there was the sun hanging up in the sky above him and he thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. he flew closer and closer and his wings started to melt, but he didn’t give a good goddamn.
independent multi-character.
n/s/f/w and mature themes present.
focuses mostly on mundane supernatural events, family dynamics, & dark humor.
previously at bloodypart & offbeatempathy.
two and a half years of roleplay experience.
mun is under eighteen and selective.
skype & kik are available to mutuals.
he kept flying up until he couldn’t fly anymore, and his eyes were probably burning, and his skin was probably burning, but still he didn’t care. and then his wings melted all the way and he fell miles and miles into the ocean and brained himself on a rock, that poor stupid asshole. and I’ll tell you what: I’m no better. I’m no fucking better.
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