by JosephGeorge
“Do you remember the time we went to Kkarpaville? And swam in the lake?:
Did she remember? Those sorts of memories had faded so fast, trailing off into an opaque scene, somewhere in the distance.
“Yes, and you forgot that you don’t like the water.”
She felt his laugh coming through, and pictured that great big smile of his.
It was all teeth, from ear to ear.
“Well, yes, but under the circumstances I don’t think it would have crossed your mind either.”
“True, but you did jump straight in, without giving it a second thought.” She chided, laughing to herself.
Duraan defended himself with a restatement of the cold facts. “And what was I to do? Covered in that Targ slime! You would have done the same, trust me.”
“But I wasn’t….”
“Oh, and it was so sticky and gross. Smelled bad, too. You know, I should have….” He trailed off into the void.
“Duraan?”
“Yes, Savill, what is it?”
“It’s growing.”
Concern erupted into his thoughts, but he masked them over quickly, and covered it with as many tranquil tangents as he could.
“What is that?”
“Duraan, I can feel it rising, pushing out of my chest and wanting to release. It’s strong, more so than before.” Her voice becoming a bit faint at the edges and seeking for something to bolster itself up with. “I don’t know if I can hold on to it much longer.”
“Savill, you have to. For your sake and for my sake, you have to suppress it. You know that.”
“Yes, but you try doing it sometime! I’m not as strong as I used to be.”
He sighed, and sighed again, wishing for all the world that he could help her, but she was too far away this time.
“I’ll find you, Savill, just hold on for a little while longer.”
“Okay, but hurry. Please.”
And for that moment he felt the power recede and return to its home inside of her, but wasn’t sure how much longer it would last.
You see, the darkness was growing.
Faster than they had hoped it would.
