deep blue, but you painted me golden

Got no plans and I've got no money
Gone are the days of milk and honey

Let’s make it last forever, she might have countered, for wasn’t that essentially what they’d promised in not so may words? But then their entree was arriving, and Soh’s distracted, ”Thank you,” joined Zavien’s, chasing their waitress away as though she didn’t wish to interrupt the golden glow that had settled over their table. Shifting her attention to their meal, Soh felt her mouth start to water. ”Fair enough,” she said, allowing any lingering doubt that this was real to fade away. Their dinner was proof enough, as was the weight of Zavien’s hand in hers, and the warmth of his gaze on her face, and the bright bursts of happiness that threatened to overtake her.

The steak was beautifully seared, the biscuits fluffy and warm. It was almost a shame to destroy the plating, but that was a sacrifice Soh was willing to make. ”Okay,” she said playfully. ”You get to try this first. It’s only fair.” And if he argued, well, there was plenty of food. They could always take the first bite together.

Green eyes and a head of gold
I'll give you two dollars if you save my soul

Sohalia