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Silrah + 28

#28: ...as a lie. (I'm also counting this as desperately [#10)] in grief [#12]; because they're running out of time [#38]; requests from @veritaserum07 @lustrouswhite and anonymous)

"Is Ben close?"

Saul's hands trembled against the wound, pale spiders of flesh against webs of blood. Farah clung tighter to his wrist: hot, sticky, wet.

His face was ashen, lips merely ghosts of former red; his eyelids flickered in the moments between the grimaces of pain and the upward supplication into her eyes. When his eyes did land on hers, she could see the effort it took to focus on her.

But worst of all, to her, was the tide leaving him. His emotions had shifted from panic and fear to tightened anguish, the heights draining away into nothing.

He couldn't be numb. He couldn't be nothing. He couldn't... not be.

She tightened her grip on his wrist as if it would control her own emotions, the spikes of helplessness, the flares of desperation, and the endlessly spiralling despair clawing its way up her abdomen.

"Just hold on, Saul, he's almost here."

Saul's jaw went slack although his lips separated, like he was going to say something else, but then another spasm wracked his body and his expression contorted. He stamped both hands harder against his stomach.

When he spoke again, Farah heard his rattling exhale echo in her own chest. "Is he here now?"

The decision was easy. The decision that they had danced around for twenty years because it was too difficult: the blood made it easy. The pain. The chilly wind that whipped over the hill deserted but for the two of them.

She leaned down and pressed her lips to his cool ones. His eyes again flickered open, struggling to take in Farah's face inches from his own, and his mouth opened further in a gasp and invitation all in one.

"Farah?"

"Yes, Saul." Her voice was miraculously steady although the earth was falling beneath her, tilting on its axis, vanishing with her soul. "You can let go. He's here now."