NiobePandora
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Icarus's stomach dropped into oblivion at Godfrey's quiet curse. He blinked quickly, feeling the drying of his eyes and the tightness of his throat. Godfrey had turned his head away from him and Icarus knew he must've made a mistake in his judgement. He suddenly felt more lost than he had ever as a prince, and this didn't even concern matters of the kingdom.
He felt detached from his body, like he was outside staring at two boys sitting together. Icarus could see his own stark face, the face of a stranger, staring at the road moving backward and Godfrey, still turned away from the blond-headed boy. Icarus watched, in his strange outside-his-body mist, and felt Godfrey turn his head back and put his hand up to Icarus's head to guide him back to his shoulder. He watched Godfrey's mouth move, but didn't hear any of the words that were murmured to him. Icarus wanted to throw up, move away, jump out of the cart, do almost anything other than sit against the boy who had come to mean so much more than a guard. Could he even move without throwing up or crying?
Icarus felt his throat close up and clenched his jaw, a coping mechanism he figured out when he was feeling too angry or sad. It made talking difficult, but Icarus couldn't find it in him to even try to speak right now. Icarus once again realized their original predicament, the cart's lack of space, and suddenly understood that, even if he could, he wouldn't be able to move. He was stuck against Godfrey, against the realization that he had badly misjudged and now possibly ruined everything between them. Sleep wouldn't come that night.
He felt detached from his body, like he was outside staring at two boys sitting together. Icarus could see his own stark face, the face of a stranger, staring at the road moving backward and Godfrey, still turned away from the blond-headed boy. Icarus watched, in his strange outside-his-body mist, and felt Godfrey turn his head back and put his hand up to Icarus's head to guide him back to his shoulder. He watched Godfrey's mouth move, but didn't hear any of the words that were murmured to him. Icarus wanted to throw up, move away, jump out of the cart, do almost anything other than sit against the boy who had come to mean so much more than a guard. Could he even move without throwing up or crying?
Icarus felt his throat close up and clenched his jaw, a coping mechanism he figured out when he was feeling too angry or sad. It made talking difficult, but Icarus couldn't find it in him to even try to speak right now. Icarus once again realized their original predicament, the cart's lack of space, and suddenly understood that, even if he could, he wouldn't be able to move. He was stuck against Godfrey, against the realization that he had badly misjudged and now possibly ruined everything between them. Sleep wouldn't come that night.