Icarus is Falling // OxO // Closed

Apollo nodded. He hadn't really thought about that. "Well you could… just - just build them. You're smart, right?"

"I am not…I can't build like my father can." Icarus replied. "I could design, but I am not…he does not share his building materials." he shrugged slightly.

"Well, design it, then," Apollo suggested. "And I'll bring your materials." There would be some sort of… feathers, right? And something to hold the feathers together, and… something to attach the wings. It couldn't be difficult to get those.

Icarus shook his head quickly. "No, you can't. My father would…he designs, and I test them out when asked." he ran a hand through his dark curls.

Apollo sighed, frustrated. "Well, obviously, your father isn't getting close enough, as you're still here. You design something and then slip the ideas into conversation so that your father thinks he was the one who designed it."

Icarus shook his head again. "No, that doesn't…that's not how it works with him." he replied, a little frustrated, but not going to show it.

Apollo leaned his head back against the wall, harder than he meant to. "Well, then, how in the name of Zeus are you supposed to get out?"

Icarus shrugged. "I don't know. My father will figure it out." He replied slowly.

"Really?" Apollo asked, raising an eyebrow. "And how close is he to doing that?" He had a feeling that Icarus put too much faith in his father.

"I don't know. He doesn't tell me." Icarus replied, shaking his head a little bit. "But he can do it."

"Are you aware of how ridiculous that sounds?" Apollo asked skeptically. "'He won't tell me how he's doing with getting us out of a literal prison, but I'm sure it's going well.' Doesn't seem logical."

Icarus flinched a little, face shutting down. He turned away. "Well I don't see you offering any bright ideas, mr high and mighty." He retorted coldly.

Apollo stared, holding back a laugh. "I've been offering ideas for the past 10 minutes, most of which could potentially work; you just won't take them. And as for high and mighty, I am quite literally both."

"Ideas, but not bright ones, sun God." Icarus replied. "And I know you're literally both. It wasn't a compliment."

Apollo rolled his eyes. He usually just killed people who spoke to him like that, but that was obviously not going to happen. "You say that as though your singular 'idea' was better than mine."

Icarus shrugged. "My father will take care of it." he repeated. "It's not my job to do it."

Apollo pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's not your job to - you're just - I can't even - " he sputtered, unable to put to words his frustration.

"I'm what?" Icarus replied, raising an eyebrow at Apollo and pressing his lips into a thin line.

"I don't understand how you can be comfortable being a tester for your father's work. How you feel no responsibility to help him - to help yourself with your own - with - it just doesn't make sense," Apollo shook his head. "I'll have to come back again," he decided.

"That's my job." Icarus replied. "It's not my place to…to tell him what to do." his hand crept up to touch his cheek for a moment, remembering the many, many times he had been hit or slapped for trying to do that.

"Yes, you've said that. But you could do it yourself. You wouldn't even have to tell your father - who sounds like a disaster, by the way - about your plans," Apolo argued. This seemed so simple. He couldn't understand why Icarus wasn't open to the idea.

"I can't do it myself, I don't have materials, and I'm…not that good at building things." Icarus argued, shaking his head.

"We've already been over this; I can get you the materials, all you'd have to do would be to design it. That's it. Just designing. I could build it; I'm good at learning. Your father wouldn't even have to know," Apollo stated emphatically.
(I regret saying that Apollo can fly because now it doesn't make sense why he's having Icarus design a way out, but otherwise he would've found a different way in and like - either way it doesn't make sense so I'm just gonna ignore that)

"But then I'd have to leave him. And I'm not good at building things anyways. And you can't build it, you're a god." Icarus replied, shaking his head quickly.
(Lmao it's fine)

Apolo squinted. "What does my godly status have to do with my ability to build things? You are aware of Haphaestus, right?" He crossed his arms. Icarus was just making excuses now, and it was really starting to get annoying.

"I know, but you aren't Hephaestus!" Icarus replied. He shook his head quickly. "You don't understand. And I can't make you."

Apollo threw his hands up in frustration. "Fine, then. Could you at least think about my suggestions? They aren't as bad as you think." He looked up, preparing to jump out of the labyrinth.

Icarus shook his head. "Maybe they aren't bad, but I can't…I won't disobey my father, Apollo." He replied, shaking his head again.

Apollo closed his eyes with a sigh and left the labyrinth. It doesn't matter, he reminded himself. You have much more important business to attend to. Icarus may have looked like the sun, but he wasn't Apollo's responsibility. The boy could figure it out on his own.

Icarus watched Apollo go, biting his lip again. He almost wished he could have asked the sun God to stay. Because Apollo was the first person he had seen in a long time that wasn't his father, and he didn't…he didn't want to lose that, even if Apollo was a god.