[ skin and flesh and bone and muscle all yield to her as though they were nothing, and some dim, faraway part of karkat's mind can't help but marvel a little at how precisely she'd aimed; she'd put her hand directly through the scar on his chest and back, left behind by his first death at the hands of a former friend.
it doesn't hurt any less than the first time. he isn't any less scared than he was the first time. but this time-- this time, he has a reason. this time, he has a purpose. his body spasms, and a wordless, choked moan draws itself past his lips, ruined lungs still attempting to draw breath. with her so close, he grips her upper arms, fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt, and his forehead collides with her chest.
it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and he can feel everything spinning away, feel himself slipping through his fingers, and it won't be long at all. it was quick with eridan, and it's quick now.
but he has something to say before he goes, falls limp against her. two words he manages to force out through his teeth along with globules of blood. ]
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it doesn't hurt any less than the first time. he isn't any less scared than he was the first time. but this time-- this time, he has a reason. this time, he has a purpose. his body spasms, and a wordless, choked moan draws itself past his lips, ruined lungs still attempting to draw breath. with her so close, he grips her upper arms, fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt, and his forehead collides with her chest.
it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and he can feel everything spinning away, feel himself slipping through his fingers, and it won't be long at all. it was quick with eridan, and it's quick now.
but he has something to say before he goes, falls limp against her. two words he manages to force out through his teeth along with globules of blood. ]
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