Aether Edwards

“Kiss me, then.' It burst out of him, frantic and feral. 'Kiss me.'
Thomas took Andrew's face in his hands, thumbs tracing his lips as he tilted his head down. Their lips almost touched, Andrew's swollen and crusted with blood, Thomas's warm and soft as a story.
Then he whispered, 'I am real. You are real.'
'Make me believe you,' Andrew said.
And Thomas kissed him, hard and fierce and merciless. All teeth and tongue as he took everything from Andrew and devoured him whole. Andrew's teeth sank into Thomas's lip until the old scab burst open again, and then it was impossible to do anything but breathe as one.
They were catastrophe, exploding.
Thomas pulled back and grabbed Andrew's face, rough and hard. He pressed their foreheads together. 'Do you feel this? I am here and I am here and I am here.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“You’re important to me. Fuck that, I’m obsessed with you, Blaine Yates. Like a toxin there ain’t no cure for. You’ve poisoned me, baby, but I’ll happily suffer for you.”
― T. Ashleigh, Hateful Love

“When I cut you open all I'll find is that we match.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In

“I think someday you'll hate me." Thomas's voice stretched with a loneliness Andrew had never heard before. "You'll cut me open and find a garden of rot where my heart should be."
Andrew let the silence sharpen between them, waited until Thomas's breath caught in quiet anguish from being made to wait.
"When I cut you open," Andrew finally said, "all I'll find is that we match.”
― C.G. Drews, Don't Let the Forest In