Day 5 already! I missed “Battle Scars”, which will go up later, but this is for the prompt “Orders are Orders” for Angst Week!
Marie looks at him and he knows what she is thinking, that she is ready to help: but Spirit was already up there. His students. Wasn’t that enough? How much more were they expecting for him to leave for ruin, to give as sacrifice for that senseless war on a moon curved like a blade?
When he got the command, he knew there wasn’t much left that they could do, save for finding some other way to go back to the moon, and hell if the witches were willing to help them return to that graveyard. He wouldn’t be in the position if it weren’t for the wolf’s mistake, which left Spirit high in the blood sky that could prove his tomb, but he was in the position regardless of complaint. He had to have faith in those kids, and he knew they’d saved more than they should’ve had to, in the past. Besides, he couldn’t help but admit that, after he found himself back on the ground, when he saw Marie’s relieved face, her soul growing so huge in her chest, looking like it were ready to burst, he was almost content with the mistake of landing back on Earth.
When he got the command, he didn’t realize what it entailed, what it compromised. He almost didn’t register the order, his earpiece still a little frazzled. It wasn’t until he turned and spotted Azusa transforming and seeing that they were getting Kilik to fill in for Sid. (A good choice, he thinks. Both of them had such similar wavelengths, strong, devoted, loyal and protective: Azusa could easily resonate with either of them.)
“All long range weapons, prepare for fire.”
He cataloged what they had. No shotguns, and even if they were there, the accuracy of them would be shoddy, at best. Perhaps with the witch’s help, they’d stand a sliver of a chance to hit the Kishin, but Azusa was their best bet. He looked over the other Death Scythes. An axe, a lamp. What else was there that could land a solid hit on the Kishin from all the way down on Earth?
As if hearing him, and he wouldn’t be surprised if she could read him like a book, she knew him down to the very soul, she turned.
When Marie looked at him, he didn’t notice, didn’t feel her eye focused on him. He was too busy squinting up at the moon, wondering how Azusa could possibly be enough. It was only when he felt Marie’s tender soul touch onto his, asking for resonance that he stared back at her and saw her face set.
Everything inside of him froze: his bloodstream stopping, his lungs inflating and staying pressed into his rib-cage, his heart halting mid-thump so it felt pressed against his sternum.
