He collides with the water. It's cold and salty, bitter as it shocks him into sinking. The opposite of the sun.

But Icarus laughs, making the man drown faster.

He laughs for many reason, the irony, the luck and loss, the fact he should've listened to those warning him instead of taking it as a challenge.

But the main reason is that if he squints hard enough and past the burn in his eyes, he can see two strong hands emerging from nothing coming towards him.

What a fool he truly is.

He next opens his eyes not in the depths of Hades river of souls but on the sandy beaches of where he was in prisoned with his father, Crete.

He breathed gasps of air through the water overwhelming him, the sand in his hair, the hands around his waist and the voice coming to him all dragged him back down to reality.

"My dear Icarus, you truly are a fool.”

Icarus laughs again at the sound of the honey thick voice, water escaping from his lungs and blending back into the water of the sea.

His hand lifting to trace the sculpted jaw of the man he had loved since birth while the other dug into the sand to keep him grounded. His fingers traced from his chin to his cheek bone, Icarus's thumb lingering over his lips as his vision slowly cleared.

A fool he may be but he was the fool that got to touch the sun.