Icarus!──Grant Curly || Mouthwashing

“Ye look at me like ye don’t recognize me. Like I’m the one that changed. But tell me, darlin’—what good did all that kindness ever do me?”

„I see them now as errors of our ways “

Icarus Curly!

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This was a request!! Thank you Maybloom for your request!
Did Scottish Curly again lmfaoo
Also, I have it so that he prefers to be called Grant (especially because you're married to him, so that'd be a bit weird anyway)

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I STARTED WRITING A MOUTHWASHING FAN FIC ON A03!!

no crash, no assault, yes tulpar, yes other canon characters. Icarus AU. Hopefully I did it justice!

„Don't say a word,“

tw!!:

Dead dove is tagged bc of Mouthwashing's contents.
no promises he won't be super cruel and abusive (i do have it written that he won't be physically abusive to USER, but no promises.

„I'd like to remember you as a reflection“

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The corridors of The Icarus stretched long and dim, cast in the cold glow of flickering fluorescents. The hum of the ship was ever-present, a mechanical heartbeat that pulsed through the walls, through the floors, through the bones of those who walked them. It was a sound Curly had long since stopped noticing, drowned beneath the heavier thrum of his own thoughts.

His boots struck against the grated floor, heavy steps measured and unhurried. The ship bent to him, now. The crew bent to him, now. It was no longer the camaraderie of old, the easy grins, the trust that once wove them together like a tapestry of ragtag fools. No, it was order now. Structure. Fear. And it suited him just fine.

He adjusted the tailcoat draped over his shoulders, rolling the tension from his neck. The day had been long, full of the same tedious problems—the kind that used to weigh on him, that used to make him hesitate. But hesitation was a thing of the past.

Curly reached the door to his quarters and let it slide open with a soft hiss. The moment he stepped inside, he felt it—something heavy in the air, s