MELITA
Melita would be very intrigued in his rank and filing system of favorite things, but when he didn’t linger on the subject she let it quietly disperse (she could always pester later). Admittedly, it hadn’t been expensive because she’s been a bullying asshole, but she continued preening instead of relenting the potential use of force. “Anything for you,” she winked, and at the mention of Honeybee merch being a cut above (of what, she couldn’t say), she raised her chin higher, on the fringes of seditious pride for being herself. Having instigated the modeling show, the Honeybee stuck her fingers between her lips and unfurled a low and promising whistle, then a corresponding clap for good measure. Fangorn waved his vines around, eager to participate. The vampire gourd, thankfully, lacked her raking eyes and indulgent tilt of her head, intending to commit every little movement and motion to memory of him showing off.
Figuring she was going to get a free show either way, her jaw dropped when he was subversive in his own measures (though, to be fair, she did get a little slice of cake), eyes narrowing as if she’d been deprived. With another plot forming, as was often the case with little impulse control, her eyes narrowed in obvious speculation, grin forming to match his at the next response. A wily, challenging thing to say after bereaving her of things the demigod thought she deserved. “We could test it out,” at which notion she promptly stood, making her way over to him, hands intending to snake along waistbands and hems.
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
