Married Life With A Lamia [95% Safe]

So yes, marriage to a lamia is chaos. Our homeowner’s insurance is a nightmare. My family still doesn’t “get it.” But every night, when she coils around me and whispers “Mine” in that low, forked-tongue voice…

Tail-shedding season. I have accepted my fate as a glorified heated blanket. Married Life With A Lamia

Normal couples fight about dishes. We fight about her leaving a “shed trail” across the clean carpet or the fact that my snoring vibrates the floor in a way that “sounds like a dying badger” (her words). She gets the silent treatment by retreating into a giant coil under the bed. I get the silent treatment by… walking to the kitchen, which she cannot follow because her tail gets stuck in the hallway. It’s a fair stalemate. So yes, marriage to a lamia is chaos

Lying on her coil while she reads aloud, her human hand stroking my hair. Watching her catch morning light through the window, her scales shimmering like oil on water. The way she hisses when I tell a truly terrible pun—then laughs anyway. I have accepted my fate as a glorified heated blanket