Suns and Stars are Drowning: A Pythacarus One-Shot
Summary: Atlantis is about to be submerged into the ocean, and everyone is fleeing the city before it’s too late. Pythagoras is about to get on one of the last boats out when he realizes Icarus isn’t with them, and goes back to try and find him.
inspired by this post and icarus-broken-wings for posting so many pythacarus things <3
It was logical to be afraid, Pythagoras knew that. What he couldn’t wrap his head around was why he was running through the city, stumbling past panicked people searching for loved ones with their hands full of their belongings, screaming Icarus’ name as loudly as he could. He couldn’t find reason for the feeling of panic in his chest when he thought of the city falling and never seeing Icarus again, of disappearing into the sea without having those big brown eyes light up when he neared again. Jason was gone, Ariadne with him, and Hercules too; it was just Pythagoras, running through the city like Artemis, constantly chasing after the sun.
“Icarus!” He knocked on the door of Dedalus’ workshop, slamming his fist into the door rapidly. The door swung open, and a few papers fluttered in the breeze. The place had been abandoned in a hurry, Pythagoras could see; papers were everywhere, tables had been knocked askew and bookshelves raided for their treasures. Icarus’ wings were gone, and the candles dripped hot wax on the floor. The breath went out of Pythagoras’ lungs, and his shoulders slumped. Icarus was gone, and chances were he wouldn’t see him again before the end. Hot tears welled up in his eyes, and he bowed his head, letting himself break down. There was no more running to be done; he would die, here, where he and Icarus had laughed and worked, and dreamed a course to the stars.
"Pyth.” The voice, soft and tentative as a feather, made Pythagoras spin, his eyes wide and red with surprise and anguish. Icarus stood in the doorway, breathless, staring at him with surprise. In two strides he closed the distance between them, reaching out to pull Pythagoras into his arms. “I wasn’t sure I’d be able to find you,” he said softly, his breath tickling Pythagoras’ ear. “The others…?”