Rise Up, Oh Heart, For There is Another Battle to Win

skymurdock:

“How good are they?” Diana asks them. No Man’s Land, hah, the things some people will name their bands to make them stand out in the crowd.

“Watch and see,” says Gail, head tilting towards the stage. Diana turns, and sees—

—Steve.

He’s grown a beard, and his hair is longer and more artfully disheveled than it was when she knew him, but she would know him anywhere. She would know his eyes anywhere, that striking shade of blue that she hasn’t been able to find since.

“Look who just came in,” says Gail fondly, unmindful of Diana’s internal crisis. “Steve Howard, late as hell, again.”

Diana’s tongue is suddenly too heavy in her mouth for her to respond. She lifts her glass of red wine to her lips, takes a sip, and watches this ghost of Steve Trevor tap the microphone, wincing at the feedback.

“Hey, folks,” he says. He sounds exactly the same. “Sorry I’m late, my watch broke and I haven’t gotten it fixed yet.” He coughs, and says, “Anyway—I’m Steve, we’re No Man’s Land, and we’ll be your entertainment for tonight.”

for day one of wondertrev week: reincarnation.