Sofie Mystique Writes

Vaguely he was aware that he was laying in what remained of the Lich Lord's Ritual chamber. Whether or not their endeavors had been successful mattered not. Only that Sastry was in pain. He could bear it not.

"Sastry…." he choked again, more vile, tainted blood filling his mouth. Breaths were hard to manage, but he would sacrifice what strength he had to touch her face. Her beautiful tear stained face. "My love…"

"Don't talk, please. Emmrich. Save your strength," Sastry's voice cracked. There was blood on her own face. Was it hers, or was it his? Emmrich couldn't linger long on the question, her face was blurring in and out of focus. "I cannot lose you. I need you."

There was an attempt to smile at her, reassure her that whatever strength Sastry possessed it was far beyond any Emmrich would've ever hoped to achieve. She was the most resilient person he had ever known. And for a brief moment of his life, Sastry had been his. What an honor to have loved her for even the scarcest of moments.

She needed to know. Now, at the end of all, he must make her know. There could be no question. Not when he was gone. "S…Sastry…I…love…I love you…" It was exhausting but he got the words, horrible and nowhere near what needed to be conveyed to her. Her chest heaved above him as she fought back sobs. Across his cheek the touch he had learned he could not live without ran.

"Emmrich, I know. With every part of heart and soul, I know it to be true." Sastry gasped, her lip quivered. "And I love you."

"TIME. IS. SHORT."

Against his forehead she placed her own. "Will you still love me, even if I choose wrong?"

How could she question? There was nothing she would ever do that he wouldn't stand along side her. Nothing. "Sas…" his tongue wouldn't work. Her eyes were so close and yet those moonwhite orbs were terribly far away. As were her lips that Emmrich wished he could've kissed one more time. "Un…to…..E..ter…..n…it….y……F….la….m…..he….ar…."