Happy Anniversary to Us
Get Yourself a Marilith
Augur here, and I’m hijacking our social media to remind everyone that it was a double digit number of years ago this week that Coil and I met in a Michigan goth club.
We joked about Batman. She kicked me. Neither of us stood a chance.
For anyone looking for love, my advice is to find yourself a Cornish half-snake witch girl with a Mallen streak who’s trained in the art of the blade. And it’s a big red flag if she doesn’t talk about how much she misses her throne of skulls back in the Abyss at least once a day.
In all seriousness, I just got lucky to have fallen in love with someone who is as beautiful as she is kind, and as funny and smart as she is dutiful and protective. What really matters is that she cares about me despite my faults, and makes the effort to communicate and find solutions even when things are hard.
I made a real catch all those years ago.
Okay, Ness and Paws are making puking noises, so I’ll stop with the sappy stuff.
