05-31-2020, 02:59 AM
Icarus generally keeps himself well-groomed but, in all fairness, he has less than half of the surface area to look after as Aurum does. He also has things a bit easier being a feline, and one notably without wings at that. Molting is never something that's occurred to him as necessary to other creatures. All he's ever had to worry about is keeping his golden pelt shiny, a simple enough task and one which he tends to with daily diligence.
Icarus has barely even entered the gardens when he spots a trail of feathers — a strange sight by most measures, but unless someone had made a particularly messy lunch of some poor bird he has a strong suspicion that they belong to a certain lion. So he follows, ears pricked and eyes glittering with curiosity until, lo and behold, he stumbles upon Aurum preening his wings. The tabby tom slows to a stop, observing for only a moment before nodding toward the pile of feathers and musing, "I hope those grow back." The warm mirth in his tone makes it clear that the words are meant as a lighthearted joke, but Icarus admittedly gives an inward shudder at the thought of a bald Aurum. Lopsided, barely-there smile tugs at his lips. The Judge has been fascinated by the other's wings before, and though he's never been the envious sort this perhaps makes him less desirous of such instruments of flights himself. Then again, it must be worth it if it means getting to taste heaven — just about anything would be, even falling.
Icarus has barely even entered the gardens when he spots a trail of feathers — a strange sight by most measures, but unless someone had made a particularly messy lunch of some poor bird he has a strong suspicion that they belong to a certain lion. So he follows, ears pricked and eyes glittering with curiosity until, lo and behold, he stumbles upon Aurum preening his wings. The tabby tom slows to a stop, observing for only a moment before nodding toward the pile of feathers and musing, "I hope those grow back." The warm mirth in his tone makes it clear that the words are meant as a lighthearted joke, but Icarus admittedly gives an inward shudder at the thought of a bald Aurum. Lopsided, barely-there smile tugs at his lips. The Judge has been fascinated by the other's wings before, and though he's never been the envious sort this perhaps makes him less desirous of such instruments of flights himself. Then again, it must be worth it if it means getting to taste heaven — just about anything would be, even falling.
lightning in your eyes, you can't speak
falling from the sky, down to me
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