MELITA
“I thought we could go swimming, but y’know, not be run over,” for as delightful and entertaining as the dolphin launching through fire parties were, it made for a greater difficulty of accomplishing other means. She had a few tricks up her sleeve there too, but she’d wait, still humming under her breath as she purposefully made slow work of opening her bag. His alarm was all she needed to incite and inspire a laugh, tucking herself lower so he couldn’t see much over the expanse of her shoulders. “What do you think I mean? I got you a present.” In the back of her mind, there didn’t need to be any inciting reason (even if there had been, and it was in some part to spite Kaisel), other than spoiling him. “Kaisel said I probably wouldn’t be able to get these, and he was wrooooong~,” ended on another tune that carried no melodic frames whatsoever, before pulling out the fabric.
The same board shorts the Accepted had bragged about had been found, and extorted by yours truly, were unfurled before Iskra’s eyes. Black at the top before they faded into a nearly gilded ombre effect with honeycomb detailing, the Honeybee was clearly spelled out in small text. “And there’s more!” Because she’d bullied the worker. Turning back, she grabbed hold of another bundle, snagging at a matching sweatshirt with bees along the sleeves, before handing them all over for his inspection and perusal.
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
