Recklessmess

“Why do you want to marry me?” I ask.
This is not a conversation I ever imagined having.
“You gave yourself over to me, as I did you,” Pestilence says. “You are mine, mind, spirit, flesh.”
Ugh. Definitely working with an Old Testament God here. Pestilence probably expects two cows and four goats from my father too.”
― Laura Thalassa, Pestilence