Zehehk X Marlin-Marlow
The breeze pure and salty as the ocean. Oh, the void, the void, the cruel emptiness of a lonely heart. Oh, poor man, that who has been looking for his other half from way back.
«Marlin, Dear Marlin» Zehehk missed him, all of him. The memories still lingered crystal clear on his mind. «Sweet Marlin» His voice was hoarse, the spirit was tired of his endless travel but the hope never faltered. He knew it would take time, spiritual reconstruction wasn't quick nor easy and usually it took various attempts for it to be complete.
He knew the possibilities of reunion, it had to be a beach, the same place they both parted ways. Images of that tragic night were able to bring tears back, the agonizing moans of pain from his beloved. But Zehehk couldn’t let them fall, never. It was for the best, his quest a mean to achieve it. He could do it. He would.
All left to do was wait. It was for Marlin. For him.
Pollution attacked fiercely the waters and air, «Hideous», a condescending word directed at the shore. It was worrying. How will Marlin live, if not in the clean currents of the big blue? He would die prey of the toxins of mankind if not by the monster itself.
Marlin used to keep the waters clean and secure, Zehehk remembered vaguely every time he would get upset about the fish dying. He used to bent his anger screaming and breaking rocks by the shore, then used them to build refuges for the sea habitants.
One stray little tear rolled down the tanned skin. Every time Zehehk had a look of the memory lane he wanted to die himself, specially when he remembered the precious little details; the way Marlin's eyes would light up while looking at the night sky, the shining and thin scales he sported, and lastly, the faint smell of what he could call “happiness” when being together.
«Like sour whine and dry Azalea» A weird combination indeed but it was very unique, a unique scent for a unique soul.