[ If the figure wasn't unmistakable to him even from a distance, that voice would give her away. He hears her, that voice cutting through the village like a beacon, though the word choice leaves something to be desired.
She's here.
Where The Darkling had been heading is suddenly of no importance: she's on the beach, washed up like he had been, and he moves forward with powerful, purposeful strides. He never runs, not here, not like this--but he moves forward with a purpose, stalking, prowling.
It occurs to him there's a very good chance that this is a trick. Perhaps Mathis has decided he's been too comfortable in the few days he's been here, perhaps this is what Raylan had warned him about. Perhaps she's not real at all.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. The Darkling has learned long ago that the word perhaps is more often than not followed by either an excuse or reason to justify behaviour.
He stands above her, crowding her view, reminiscent of the time he'd saved her using the cut, Kefta battered and torn but still mostly intact. He extends a hand to help her up. ]
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She's here.
Where The Darkling had been heading is suddenly of no importance: she's on the beach, washed up like he had been, and he moves forward with powerful, purposeful strides. He never runs, not here, not like this--but he moves forward with a purpose, stalking, prowling.
It occurs to him there's a very good chance that this is a trick. Perhaps Mathis has decided he's been too comfortable in the few days he's been here, perhaps this is what Raylan had warned him about. Perhaps she's not real at all.
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. The Darkling has learned long ago that the word perhaps is more often than not followed by either an excuse or reason to justify behaviour.
He stands above her, crowding her view, reminiscent of the time he'd saved her using the cut, Kefta battered and torn but still mostly intact. He extends a hand to help her up. ]
Alina.