Tasma

“If you don’t take that knife out of your mouth and sit down, I’m going to personally smash that plant pot over your head.”
― Callie Hart, Brimstone

“When I look at you, I feel as though I’m peering into a mirror. I can speak into your mind, but it’s still a mystery to me. I feel as if I should already know your every thought.”
“You wouldn’t like it if you could.”
“I already know what I’d find.”
“Oh, really? Please enlighten me.”
“Oh, y’know. ‘I am so in love with Kingfisher. Kingfisher is so handsome. Look at his ass in those pants—”
“Hey! I do have other things to think about besides you!”
“It’s okay, Osha. Many women have appreciated my posterior in a pair of leathers. I don’t let it go to my head.”
― Callie Hart, Brimstone

“Whoa.” She blinked quickly, as if she was having trouble seeing properly. “Those are… huge,” she gasped, eyeing the inkwork over the tops of her legs. “But… beautiful.”
“Don’t say I never give you flowers, Osha.”
― Callie Hart, Brimstone

“I would go with you, Osha. I’m young in the eyes of this place. And yes, there are plenty of things I still want to see and experience in this realm. But I wouldn’t want to see any of it without you.”
“Fisher, it isn’t that simple.”
“Isn’t it? It seems very simple to me. Wouldn’t you want to come and spend the afterlife with me if I died?”
“Of course I would!”
“Then let my love be equal to yours.”
“But what if there is no afterlife?”
“Then there isn’t. There is only nothing. And that will still be better than being here without you.”
― Callie Hart, Brimstone