[With his willful blindness, Alhaitham only has his other senses to rely on. The feeling of the knife trembling against his throat. Yuu's intake of breath to brace himself for this. It never quite stops shaking. Alhaitham, in turn, never starts loving beyond the slow and steady rise of his chest.
For a moment, he wonders if Yuu's resolve will crack enough for the knife to slide wrong. That he might cut along the wrong angle, and it will be more painful.
But the blade strikes true. Alhaitham breathes in a ragged gasp as the shock runs through his body. There is the instinctual panic of all animals that realize they're dying, and it seizes all of Alhaitham and leans him into Yuu. He barely resists bringing his hands to his throat. The blood is allowed to spill in a river down his front freely.
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For a moment, he wonders if Yuu's resolve will crack enough for the knife to slide wrong. That he might cut along the wrong angle, and it will be more painful.
But the blade strikes true. Alhaitham breathes in a ragged gasp as the shock runs through his body. There is the instinctual panic of all animals that realize they're dying, and it seizes all of Alhaitham and leans him into Yuu. He barely resists bringing his hands to his throat. The blood is allowed to spill in a river down his front freely.