Karkat looked down at the pronged weapon in horror, black irises widening as the realization struck him: he was dying. The seemingly-robotic woman retracted her trident, offering nothing more than an icy glare as the mutant blood fell to his knees, clutching the wound as if his hand was all he needed to preserve his blood. It was funny, actually. The same blood he despised and did his best to hide was flowing freely from the wound, and all he could think about was how much he adored the liquid. Karkat was sure this moment would be classified as 'ironic' by that tool with the shades: hoping against the very PRINCE of hope that the blood would magically go back into his body despite how much in the past he'd wished it would leave him.
He briefly allows his think pan to focus on that last thought. Not the irony, or the blood loss, but the very PERSON who would find it ironic. Dave Strider, with those moronic shades and straight face, shielding his emotions from the outside world and alluring the mutant to know end. In a way he was like Karkat, never revealing how he truly felt and wearing a mask of indifference. Only, in Karkat's case, the mask was agitation.
Karkat sighs, coughing up more of that candy red blood in the process. A hand cups his cheek and he glances out of the corner of his eyes, only to see the single sane troll he'd ever known. There are tears forming in the corners of her eyes as she holds his face, but Karkat is too tired to continue sitting on his knees and decides to just lie down. His head lulls to the side and he gazes at the jade blood, taking in every feature of her lovely appearance which was maintained despite the jade tears trickling down her cheeks. She cradles Karkat's head and presses him against his chest, but he doesn't have the energy to object. Not that we would, after all. This was the perfect way to go, because this just gave him the opportunity to admit what he'd been feeling for a while now.
He parts his lips to speak, but Kanaya will have none of that right now and nods her head side to side forlornly. Sensing each other's distress, they simply enjoy the others embrace until finally the urge to speak, to say something, ANYTHING, becomes too much for both of them. They gaze into each other's eyes, each pair of orbs emanating sheer pity as they confess their feelings in unison.
"Pale for you."
Then Karkat goes limp in Kanaya's arms and the jade blood can't help but feel like something similar to this moment has happened before.
The idea for this was inspired by a picture, which just happens to be the very picture selected to be the cover image. Just a short little oneshot to support one of my favorite moiralleginces. Takes place when Jane kills Karkat to prove a point, try not to be too sad because we all know he comes back :P