Icarus Wasn’t the Only One With Hubris
A/N: warning for major character death. aka why i shouldn’t listen to sad songs
The story was never about the sun. The story was never about flying too high or too low. It was the story of freedom. The story of a moment of joy and a moment of grief. Of a father loosing his son to the ocean grave as they covered the body and carried it down below. Of a father freeing the son in the first place. Freeing him to his ultimate destruction.
If the Golden Boy was Icarus, flying too close to the sun, reaching out with curious fingers on brilliant wings, then Ramsey was Daedalus. The one who created the Golden Boy, the one who took the wax and feathers in his hands and showed him how they melded together. Who led the flight, who gave warning but didn’t think to look back. Didn’t think to make sure he listened. Didn’t think of the doom he was leading them towards.