The myth of IcarusA/N: This was again one of those 'yay I wrote something nice in finnish, oh yay I kinda like it, gotta translate it…' :-DI think I should write something like this even more… Maybe I will. Anyways, go on, just read it and tell me what do you think.
It has been long. Long since I could fully control myself in his company. I can't anymore; I can't look away from him. He has captured me; he haunts me in my dream with his blazing eyes and golden hair. I want to forget myself, the one I'm supposed to be, I want to melt into him. To grope my hands through the long, golden hair which shines brighter than the sun. My sun which I have always followed from aside. My sun, which I miss from a far away, I'm his shadow, I'm his moon.
I should have kept myself away, to be always enough distant, to be satisfied with my part, living in his shadow. But I drowned; I got drowned in his smile. And that was when I couldn't control myself anymore, I clinged onto him, breathing his scent into me and his darkened eyes… They made me forget about everything but the fire in my chest. His taste, his scent, the smoothness and softness of his hair… Into those I lost my mind, I burned my wings, I fell, and I sank down. The price from that I could only that one time own him; I watched as he tossed his hair and left.
And I had to wonder how was it possible that even though fire was my element, which I controlled, I could never control the fire in him, in his eyes. And I sank – sank deep into myself, in my memories which rusted. My hands groping the golden hair.