Sohalia
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
She focused on the way the water rippled around them, her brow furrowed as she considered where exactly she'd gone wrong. Because it had to be her, she was sure of it, her naivete or inexperience or something, somehow, that was entirely her fault. She didn't see Koa move, but she saw the ripples he caused, and she looked up nervously as he stepped back towards her, taking a gentle hold of her hands. She let him pull her arms from where they'd crossed over her chest, lift her hand to his face, and her heart melted a little bit with the sincerity she saw in his eyes.
She heaved a shaky sigh. She hadn't been uncomfortable, exactly, but this didn't seem like the time to discuss semantics. She leaned her face into his palm, closing her eyes briefly as her nerves settled and her reason returned. "Okay," she murmured, opening her eyes and offering a tentative smile. "I just - I guess it's pretty obvious that I'm not... used to this." She reached up to place her hand over his, intertwining their fingers, her silver eyes searching his. "But I - I really like you, Koa. And I really liked kissing you."
She heaved a shaky sigh. She hadn't been uncomfortable, exactly, but this didn't seem like the time to discuss semantics. She leaned her face into his palm, closing her eyes briefly as her nerves settled and her reason returned. "Okay," she murmured, opening her eyes and offering a tentative smile. "I just - I guess it's pretty obvious that I'm not... used to this." She reached up to place her hand over his, intertwining their fingers, her silver eyes searching his. "But I - I really like you, Koa. And I really liked kissing you."
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
