Harshda

“Maybe the storm that coats his skin should tarnish his return, but Regulus finds that it doesn't, that maybe nothing in this world can. There is just his brother, too excited to see them to dry off first.”
― Zeppazariel, Crimson Rivers

“I've never had a friend before you," Evan croaks. "So, you know, thanks for that, I suppose. It—it was nice while it lasted."

"You—" Regulus fumbles for Evan's hand, and their fingers clasp around each other, slipping from the blood. "I'm—Evan—"

Evan hums, and he's slurring when he says, "Your turn, lover boy."

"I miss my brother," Regulus confesses in a whisper”
― Zeppazariel, Crimson Rivers

“Either way, sometimes there are people that just—recognize each other. Like whatever you're made of, you might be lucky enough to find someone holding a little bit of you in them, and without even knowing it, you've been carrying around a little bit of them before you ever even met.

So, when you do meet, it's like something inside of you starts wriggling around that says hey, that's me, that's ours, that's us. Recognition. Connection. Something really, truly special.

Regulus has just watched that die.”
― Zeppazariel, Crimson Rivers

“I’d never kissed someone while we were both laughing before. It felt dangerously right. Like I’d been kissing the wrong people my whole life.”
― Kyra Parsi, Failure to Match