Alina || He stepped outside to make the call, and stayed there for about ten minutes. Scott. What a douchy name. She thought. It sounds like he could be an athlete with a coach for a dad. But he looks like that kid you always see at the bowling alley, but don't actually know the name of. The one who probably owns so many things in the list and found. He looks... misplaced. Like he'd be good with dogs.
ICARUS; was a bastard. In every literal sense that was, his mother hailed from the dying Lan-Feng dynasty and found herself in a foreign court with a pale king who would not stop until he bedded her. She bore the Tsar of Kosovko three children, two daughters and a son. They would never be heirs, though they would grow up only to dream of what the weight crown would feel like on their heads. Icarus was tired of dreaming.