Behind them, Obcaeco walked with Virgil, her arm intertwined with his as she watched the spectacle play out. Back and forth their analysis went. Their voices both raised as both interjected parts of the story into their discussion resulting in an array of reactions from head scratching to sheer unbridled laughter that caused passers by to stare at the well-dressed yet formidable looking siblings.
Virgil stopped walking suddenly, staring forward as the Kall children continued along the road, unaware their companions were no longer following. Obcaeco studied him, her beautiful golden eyes, now unveiled and full of compassion, gazing at the man she loved. The crowd moved around them effortlessly, like the current of a river divided by a sandbank.
"I can feel myself slipping away," Virgil stated, not looking at the woman at his side. "Everything that makes me who I am is a memory now and now I am an actor, playing the role of Virgil Crane."
Obcaeco swallowed hard at this, realising that she may have already lost the man she loved, even though he stood here, now in this place.
Virgil sensed her sadness and turned to face her.
"I still remember what it is to love you. I can still recall the power of it. It is not yet gone. But -"
Obcaeco silenced him with a kiss, a passionate kiss full sadness and defiance.
Of things soon to be lost.
"Let's get out of here," she whispered as their passion broke, passers by couldn't help but witness the two and their act of love. Virgil heard the urgency in her voice, the whispered demand and promise of what was to come.
He nodded and opened a silvery portal below their feet, disappearing through it in an instant surrounded by the gasps of passers by.
They fell for only a moment before the all too familiar green hue of the eldritch lamps within Virgil's sanctum came into view and they were in that familiar place where both of them had spent so much time in each others arms.
"Four Days, Virgil Crane." She declared as garments were discarded.
"You are mine for four days."
