Aurora

“Minthe.
Her name is a weighted feeling in my chest.
I’ve been jealous before.
Not like this.
There is venom behind it.
I wonder how long they’ve known each other. How did they meet?
Do they go on dates?
Does she own a hair comb identical to the one he gave me?
I want to know, even though each answer would come with a sting.
I could tell him the truth.
Get her trouble.
Maybe she would even get fired.
…Would they break up?
I don’t like feeling this way.”
― Rachel Smythe

“He kisses the column of my throat, right down to the hollow at the base of it. “You have my mercy, my mind, my adoration, my body, my… life.”
― Laura Thalassa, Pestilence

“I am Pestilence, and my memory is longer than recorded history- it is even longer than man. I came before him, and, dear Sara, I will outlive his end.”
― Laura Thalassa, Pestilence

“My smell. Do I smell like…?”
“Mine.” It’s a rumble in his throat. “You smell like you’re mine, Misery.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Bride