[ WP ] An immortal couple have been seen throughout recorded history , write an account of them in any time period you wish . Bonus points if you match the writing style of the time period

Throughout her life, Feddon had told her husband that she could tell the exact moment when humanity would be doomed. She did not know how she could, or when she could, but what mattered to them was that she could. Every day or so she'd sniff the rancid air, or run a finger over the brown alleyway walls they lived between, then make a comment about how humanity was doing. Her husband would pay no heed, but rather would sleep the days away. He snored his way through history. 
 
 The location of the two meant that they received little human or technological contact with the outside world. Feddon, who had become blind long ago, and whose ears had deteriorated such that the cacophony of the world was an soft hum to her, did not care the least bit. The feel or the walls and the smell of the air was all she needed to tell what was happening. For her husband, it was simply enough to lie down and remember. On moments of muddy reflection, he would vaguely remember the various families, the Huddleys, the various princes bearing gifts to delegates from North Ashterna, toxic puddles on the day of defense, the Qoto family, Constantine, the splitting of the green lands of Calporkul, the birth of Rodley, the cold child, with lights outside from the vision defense, bright and laser-like, gladiators, boots thumping in the mud, planes in the night, vibrations and high pitched noise, the clashing of swords, bodies lying in the earthy dirt. He did not think, but rather dreamed. 
 
 Feddon was very much awake, though, and was taking her observations. She breathed, lightly, to sample the air, then smelled something sour. The hum of the world became warped and erratic, and started to jump up and down wildly. Somebody was in the alley with them. 
 
 `` Dear,'' she said, `` dear, do you know who it is?'' 
 
 Dear did n't answer. 
 
 Suddenly, Feddon was pulled up by the shoulder by a metallic arm. Decades of sampling had turned her remaining senses into ultra-sensitive instruments, and the hand felt like an electric shock. Her attention was plunged into ice water, reality flashed white, and she was too stunned to think for a few seconds. Then she started to scream, and scream, and scream. 
 
 `` Dear! Help me! Help me!'' 
 
 Dear was so quiet, he might as well have been dead. There would be nothing from him. The hand gripped tighter. With ice water turning into hot fury, she turned towards her assailant. 
 
 `` The moment is now! We're doomed! Now is the moment! WE ARE DOOMED!'' 
 
 She screamed it in all the languages she knew: Irgan, Latin, Ithkuil, Italian, Soore, English, The New Tounge, Manspeak, and all that her mind could grasp onto. She could feel her vocal cords vibrating like an earthquake. With all of her soul and energy, she shoved the message, the message she was containing, the message she had been living for, the message that had kept her alive, kept her full, kept her from decaying into the dust, out into the open. 
 
 Her cry fell on deaf ears.
