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Icarus couldn't forget the strange encounter with the other man. It had been so odd, to see someone other than himself and his father. He didn't hold high hopes that the other man would ever come back, but even still, he had found himself drifting towards the cliffs more and more, with his sketchbook or a project he had been working on.
Apollo had been… reprimanded for abandoning his duties, however when he pointed out that Zeus quite often did the same thing, as well as many other gods. It didn't stop his mind from wandering though. So, he mustered up his courage again and headed to the cliffside, his eyes bright as he waited for Icarus.
Icarus eventually came back the cliffs. His chiton was still too short, a little more revealing than it was meant to be, and he knew that, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had a small bag hanging from his shoulder, with some projects and tools inside, along with his sketchbook and some charcoal to draw with.
Apollo instantly brightened at the sight of Icarus, waving excitedly as he stood to greet the other. He looked radiant as always, his eyes bright with amusement. "Icarus! It's wonderful to see you again!" He beams excitedly.
"Aelius!" He greeted, grinning at Apollo. "I didn't think you were coming back, I'm so glad you did."
Apollo smiled, "My sister wasn't pleased I was gone so long. But I assured her I was with a friend. I just had to get back in her good graces." He laughs and rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. He perked at the sight of the bag. "Did you bring your inventions? May I see?"
He nodded, sitting down and opening the bag up. "Here's the bird I've been working on. He can't fly yet, but we're getting there."
Apollo eagerly sat down next to him and looked over the bird with such awe and revarance. "It's beautiful." He murmured softly, turning his attention to Icarus and smiling. "How long have you been working on him?"
"Mm, about a month." He replied, carefully setting the small metal and canvas bird down, stroking a hand lightly over its wing.
He nods and smiles, "It's beautiful!" He says warmly, tilting his head curiously as he looks over the bird. "What else have you been working on?" He asks curiously.
"This." He held up a little, metal bee, carefully painted to look a bit more real. "It flies and buzzes and it can deliver notes."
He gasps and makes a soft "Awwww" sound. He looked absolutely fascinated. "It's adorable! Have you given it a name?" He asks cheerfully, scooting closer to get a better look.
He shook his head. "Not yet." He replied, blushing faintly at the compliment to the bee.
He smiled a little, "Do you want to give it one?" He tilts his head a little bit, sting cross legged as he looks over the tiny bee.
He shrugged. "Yeah, uhm, probably."
He grinned at that. "What's a good name for a bee?" He wondered to himself, leaning back a little in thought.
"Mm…" He trailed off, thinking. "I don't know. A flower name?"
"Oh I love flowers! What about Azalea? Chrysanthemum? Lilac? Oh! Lavender? Dahlia?" He lists off a few, a bright smile on his lips.
"Azalea." He said softly, stroking a finger over the metal of the bee. "I think I like that."
Apollo nods, seeming satisfied. "That is a pretty one." He murmured warmly. He pulls his knees to his chest and gave a satisfied sigh.
He tucked the bee in his bag, looking over at the other man.
Apollo beamed at him, his eyes warm. "What are you thinking?" He asks curiously.
He blinked, smiling a little in return. "I don't know. I'm just…surprised you actually came back."
Apollo chuckled quietly, "Of course I'd come back! Learning about you and your creations is fascinating. Plus I like talking to you! Why wouldn't I come back." he hummed happily.
He shrugged a little, looking away shyly. "I just…figured you had more important things to do."
He shook his head, "Not really no." He smiled softly. Well… he did have important things to do, but being a god meant occasionally he could take some time off. He was an all powerful god after all.
He bit his lip for a moment, then nodded for a moment. "Oh." he felt very awkward about all of this.
He chuckles softly, "I like spending time with you, so I think that's important enough." He murmured warmly.
"Thank you." he said in a quiet tone, rubbing a finger over the bee again, biting his lip faintly, unsure still. He didn't konw what to do now.
"Of course." He says warmly. He hummed in thought before smiling. "Do you want to go explore?" He asks cheerfully, standing and offering his hand.
