Imagines Quotes

“Six months ago, I was intrigued, bewitched even, by this butterfly man. Now I was in love with him, impossibly so. Impossible because there was no going back from this. I was a changed man. My heart belonged wholly to him, and I knew, without a doubt, it always would.”
― N.R. Walker, Imagines

“He pulled back, looked up at me, and grinned. That kind of heart-stopping grin that he only gave to me and butterflies.”
― N.R. Walker, Imagines

“In entomology, we have a term we call imagines. It’s the plural of imago. And if imago is one butterfly reaching its full potential, then surely we, together, would be imagines. I will love and honour you, cherish and adore you for all my days, Jack. Nothing would bring me greater joy than to be your husband.”
― N.R. Walker, Imagines

“In that moment, we were one. Physically, emotionally. I could feel his heartbeat pulsing inside me, through his chest, and it beat in time with my own. Resonating, completing, everything.”
― N.R. Walker, Imagines

“When our gazes locked again, we both smiled at what had just passed between us. It was a strangely private moment. Quiet and reverent. Personal.”
― N.R. Walker, Imagines

“When you were explaining to me what imago was, I kept thinking it was just like you. You’d shown me your true self, and Lawson, it was a remarkable sight.”
― N.R. Walker, Imagines

“There was something to be said about intimacy that wasn’t sexual. Sure, I could worship his body with my own for hours on end, and I quite often did, but I could also care for him and make sure he was safe and adored too. Lawson had come into my life so unexpectedly, and I had fallen haphazardly head over heels in love with him.”
― N.R. Walker, Imagines

“My mother would just hug me and tell me we were the Weasleys in a world of Muggles. She said there was magic in our individuality. Though over and above everything else, we were taught to be free-thinking and empathetic. And over time, we learned to embrace our individuality.”
― N.R. Walker, Imagines

“Are things not perfect enough right now?” He looked from the road to me. “Yes. But they could be even perfecter.” “Perfecter isn’t a word.” “Not yet it isn’t, no,” he said. “Because you haven’t said yes yet. Once you’re living with me, it’ll be a real word.”
― N.R. Walker, Imagines

“I felt kinda detached”
― N.R. Walker, Imagines