[Shallower and shallower his breaths become until they're barely breaths anymore, grunts of pain and writhing suffering as he's not only crushed but so slowly suffocated. Dark matter crumbles off of him, the mask the first to disintegrate, falling away from low lidded amber eyes.
The Black blood seeps from his lips and nose as well as the stigmata across his body. But those crosses fade, ashen skin falling pale. His slump against the barrier between her and him continues, it keeping him up while blood drips and breathing stops. One last mouthing of the words, no breath left to take. Til the end.
A woman of your word, huh. And he's not a man undeserving.]