MELITA
Melita arched her brow again, watching for the weight of his approval. Justifiably so, because while she rarely gave a single shit about what others thought of her, or what she’d snagged, considering a majority of those similar rocks had been placed on his gift mattered. Content with the response, her grin matched the effervescence buzzing and humming around her. “These are for Nate,” and she pointed at the gathered proportions of deep red, fiery crimson, emblazoned with sentiments of fire he could no longer touch, but certainly have. “I might use the others for something else.” She shrugged, fingers snaking towards her bag again.Except to be distracted by his findings – head instantly whipping towards his outstretched hand, and the array held within. One digit hovered, wanting to reach but awaiting permission – mouth dropping into a slack jawed sentiment of wonder and awe. “Those are lovely!” Especially the plainer outsets – jagged and serrated enough to reveal beauty and enthrallment inside. Her gaze turned towards his, infinitely curious. “Where did you find them?”
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
