He stood there, weakly, his body half exposed and smothered in blood, shaking intensely… Staring up at his lover, the one he had to pledge his undying lust and love for, he dropped his ruby and silver blade, dropping to his knees at last. His lover, kneeling down to him, wiped the blood off his cold cheek, and licked it off his thumb, whispering softly, “you do love me.” And he, covered in blood, sat there, eyes wide, and body finally still at last, said “I do.”
Cyx M.
