Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-24387293-20160304005000/@comment-3991308-20160306080159

“My pleasure,” Icarus said with a grin, letting his arms fall to his sides when he passed the bouquet to Min. “And no! Not at all! I turned up early, actually. Didn’t want to be rude, y’know?”

“So I’ll call you Min, then! Nice name. Simple. Easy to remember.” Less of a mouthful than Charmaine, at least. And by this point, Icarus had already forgotten her surname, as well. “Stick to Icarus for me, though, alright?” He did let his friends and family call him Iccy, but Icarus would never let a girl he just met call him that.

He blinked as Min talked about her destiny. “Wow. Now, that is complicated. What was your, like, original destiny? Was it grander than your current one – if you could even say you have a current one?”

Right. His story. “It’s not a pretty one,” he confessed. “At least there’s no fairies around to fix anything or princesses to marry. I’m the next brother from the Juniper Tree. And let’s just say, my tale’s one of Grimm’s Grimmest for a reason.”