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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.

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

Here’s what no one tells you about marrying a lamia. Lying on her coil while she reads aloud,

Once a month, she molts. It’s beautiful and horrifying. She leaves a perfect, ghostly, full-body scale-cast on the bedroom floor. I once tried to hang one in the living room as a conversation piece. She was not amused. But I will say that her fresh scales are the most stunning iridescent black you’ve ever seen. Also, vacuuming is now my primary hobby. Dyson deserves a medal. Tail-shedding season