i know that you will tell him that the world needs him. the world needs his heart, and his faith, and his courage, and his strength, and his bones and his teeth and his blood and his voice and his — the world needs anything he will give them.
let’s not get ahead’a ourselves, now. keep ‘em on the back burner just in case.
mind tellin’ me why i’m seein’ somethin’ called comfy cakes on the barracks’ computer?
sometimes, when you're asleep, i lie there and listen to you breathe. did you know that your hand reaches out for me, even then? you find me in the dark of the night like it's the most natural thing you've ever done.
inescapable, body a prison at war with self. atlas tires, persists, repeats.
“spendin’ too much time with ghost — gettin’ a wee too honest for y’own good.” a tease, humor thin and smile just the same.
“cuppa oughta do me just fine,” quick is dismissal, unoccupied hand finding mug offered whilst other taps index ‘pon table’s surface. dog—tired and yet still restless … exhaustion weighs bones like lead, but nerves still crackle with agitation.
fresh ⠀ pot, ⠀ just ⠀ made. ⠀ had ⠀ been ⠀ anticipating ⠀ the ⠀ green ⠀ light, ⠀ pack⠀ of ⠀ hunters ⠀ always ⠀ wary ⠀ of ⠀ a ⠀ moody ⠀ captain. ⠀ ——not ⠀ roach.
mindless is the drag of pen’s tip, eyes following along without reading words. passing over the same report details once, twice, three times before a voice cuts through it all, clears the fog with one single breath.
chin lifts, slow sweep of pen coming to a halt only to be twirled ‘tween fingers instead. tongue flicks across lower lip as captain comes back to self after momentary daze. began deliberate, the game — then trickled into something else entirely when thoughts trailed