jaded-mandarin
The sword had penetrated his chest and with the little strength he had left he began to cough blood up from his lungs, his hands moving from his wound towards her, trembling he grasped her golden hair, staining it with his fingers. She kissed him with deep, unconstrained passion; her lips were instantly smeared with the crimson that now poured from his own.
Celestial Dynasty. (via jaded-mandarin)