He could feel the ever reliable strength of the ocean current assert its dominance over Yuuri’s young body.Īny other day, Yuuri would have considered being sacrificed in Poseidon’s realm a just punishment for his lack of foresight, only the reason for Yuuri’s aforementioned lack of foresight shrieked, the sound seeming to echo in the clouds as they flashed blue with raging electricity. Of course, Yuuri’s previous preferences of staying the hell away from the sea and its seductive depths, didn’t lend itself very well to the very practical pursuit of knowing how to swim or even float while surrounded by water higher than his shoulders, but how hard could it be? Yuuri thought grimly, as salt water bit his eyes and the cold nipped his skin. When Yuuri was sixteen years old, he destroyed his uneasy detente with the sea, the entity he had previously valued in appreciation directly proportional to the distance between them, by plunging head-first into its raving depths on a particularly chilly winter night.
On the morn of the Summer Solstice, in front of a crowd of thousands, Yuuri Katsuki dies. In smooth and measured strains, from olden days Inspire my heart, for ye have changed yourselvesĪnd all things you have changed! Oh lead my song My soul is wrought to sing of forms transformed (See the end of the work for more notes.) Title of this fic is from a painting by Herbert James Draper, because I’m pretentious like that, in case you couldn’t tell by the subject matter and content of this fic.Īnd now, without further ado, I present the first installment of my Icarus!Yuuri and Helios!Victor fic…. Title for the series is from the following quote: “We were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.” ― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles Couldn’t have done this without you, babe.
etc.ĪKA: The obligatory Icarus story, a pilgrimage every writer has to make at least once in their lifeĪ million thanks to my wonderful beta Adrianna99, who is a bastion of cheer, support and good grammar. No, seriously, we have it all - greek mythology, wings, people draped over thrones while artfully Not Naked, etc. This is what I’ve been calling The Aesthetic Fic™ wherein I have managed to input #AllTheTropes.
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