A/N: Just some brutal, slightly morbid, incredibly saccharine Karezi fluff I wrote last night. There may be more to this than the two parts I have so far, but try not to expect any. I rather like it as is.
Close Your Eyes
1. Optional
"I couldn't do it."
Terezi's dragon-headed sword cane falls from her gloved fingers at the sound of Karkat's footfalls. The noise it makes striking the ancient metal rooftop is hollow, a dull note of finality. He rushes forward through a faint haze of sparkling blue that vanishes in the Medium's distance to wrap his arms around her.
"I'm sorry," Terezi's voice is thick. "I couldn't stop her from leaving. He's going to kill us."
"It's not your fault," Karkat says into her shoulder.
"But..."
"It's not your fault."
Her arms shake as they grip his shoulders tighter. Karkat can feel his blood pounding in fingertips that shiver against her back.
"Terezi," he takes a steadying breath. "If Noir's coming, then I want to tell you some-"
Warm lips against his silence the words. Karkat exhales sharply through his nose with surprise, then leans into her kiss. He blinks back tears when they part, swallowing past a lump in his throat.
"I know, Karkat," she whispers.
"Okay," his voice is hoarse.
"Close your eyes."
She leans against him and the universe is drowned out by the blood pounding in his skull, the feel of her breath on his wet cheek. He tangles his fingers in her hair and hopes she feels the same way.
The sound of black wings ripples through the air in the same instant that her breath hitches against his mouth. Almost before he registers it, a searing, crushing pain lances through him and out the other side. It twists, squeezing tears down his face, then rips free to leave a gaping wet hole caressed by the Medium's atmosphere and a jagged sunburst of anguish.
Knowing that this is his last moment with her hurts almost as much.
They cling to one another and slip into eternity together.