DEIMOS
ache first, but then let the cuts close
spit out the blood
spit out the blood
The pattern shouldn’t have felt so familiar – but there it was, carved into the lines of his spine and the roll of shoulders, of the bulk and frame and mass of a man who charged headlong into defenses. Who accepted the blade with a steady, calloused hand, and a wake, a wealth of experience, nestled into the brim of his skin, into the flesh of his muscles.
The pride centered squarely on his shoulders for a matter of moments, where he stood within the entryway of the Deepfrost Shields and realized they were his again. He’d have to move his belongings back. He’d have to dust over the maps no one had touched. He’d have to refurbish parts left to fester and decay. He’d have to bark orders and mark commands and train recruits who’d been left to fend for themselves. And he’d have to defend, siege, and assault any of those who stood in Halo’s way again.
For a brief second, he permitted a smile – alone, stepping through the gaps, over to the desk he’d utilized much before. The elements of air at his command whipped around, whipping away the dirt and grime left on the hardwood, and then his eyes went to everywhere else in the vicinity, to the roar of the fire, to the parlor’s tables, to the miniscule notches in between.
Then he sat, grabbed a piece of paper from one of the drawers, and began to plan.
The pride centered squarely on his shoulders for a matter of moments, where he stood within the entryway of the Deepfrost Shields and realized they were his again. He’d have to move his belongings back. He’d have to dust over the maps no one had touched. He’d have to refurbish parts left to fester and decay. He’d have to bark orders and mark commands and train recruits who’d been left to fend for themselves. And he’d have to defend, siege, and assault any of those who stood in Halo’s way again.
For a brief second, he permitted a smile – alone, stepping through the gaps, over to the desk he’d utilized much before. The elements of air at his command whipped around, whipping away the dirt and grime left on the hardwood, and then his eyes went to everywhere else in the vicinity, to the roar of the fire, to the parlor’s tables, to the miniscule notches in between.
Then he sat, grabbed a piece of paper from one of the drawers, and began to plan.
watch your body pull itself back together
then let your soul do the same
then let your soul do the same
