Focusing on his breathing made him a tad claustrophobic, like his spirit wanted to escape from his body. Imagining strings seemed to suit him better. If Damian let his eyes lose focus, he could even see them. Strings connecting everyone to the Ministry, and to each other. It was like vines growing on a trellis.
Manipulating these imaginary strings, the unspeakable moved with a fluidity and grace he didn't know he had. After months of doing little else beyond eating seafood and swimming, he had not been in shape like this since long before he joined the Ministry. For a minute, all the stress and anxiety of the last few years seemed to melt away.
Damian felt like he could do anything, a master of his own body. In a world of magic and imagination, it was easy to sometimes forget your physical limitations. The wizard was deep into a lunge when one of those strings connected to his right leg refused to be pulled. An injury from before he joined the Department of Mysteries, that was further exacerbated by his battle with the vampire Bain Goldwasser beneath the Ministry of Magic, reminding him that his past would always be with him.
"Up. Get up." He commanded after he fell, his palms smacking the mat to catch himself. When he finally rallied the strength to get back up, and maintain a strained lunge, everybody else was getting down into the childs pose. Damian couldn't help but give a small laugh before dropping down onto his knees, and leaning forward.
"Breath in. Breath out." There he was. Damian finally found himself present in his body. Big, deep breaths.
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