Vermeil In Gold Novels & Stories

*Precious Metals* Coppery red hair spilled over his arms as her lips, also a coppery color, nibbled, licked and sucked at his ear. Cascades of silken spun copper tumbled over his arms and chest and he turned his head to kiss her as Gold massaged his back and shoulders, bending to nuzzle his ear as he kissed Copper. Silver was between his legs, suckling his cock and balls, kneading his butt in both her slim but powerful hands.

Threads of silver, gold, and crimson tangle around each other, forming a beautiful tapestry of color that enchants the eye. Three symbols stand out each time I look. The first is the moon outlined in silver, then the sun outlined in gold, and lastly, in the center of it all, a necklace with a stone, wrought in so deep a yellow it can't be anything but gold. The hood to her cloak is still on, so when we meet in the clearing, I can't see Merlin's face at all. She doesn't make any moves to pull it off, and that's fine by me. I didn't come here to look at her face.

Its hue shifted with the play of light, from the deep azure of a tranquil sea to the ethereal shimmer of a twilight sky, evoking a sense of wonder and enchantment. Venya marveled at the locket's exquisite craftsmanship, her fingers tracing the smooth contours of the golden frame that cradled the mesmerizing gem. The diamond's unique color and rarity added an aura of mystique to the already precious heirloom, making it a symbol of not just beauty but also rarity and uniqueness.

Our mates were the ones we were meant for and it was okay to wait for them. I decided to change the blue to a rich magenta to go along with the pink coloring of my dress and the magenta jewels sewn into the gown. After we’d showered and soaked for a while, we sat in the living room painting each other’s nails. I gave her a dazzling gold coat made of refined gold ore inside of a rich clear polish. “Is this real gold?” “Yep,” I said a little proudly. “Not just the dust or remnants either. We mine and refine it before chipping it into gold powder for this shade.”

Aurelia’s face burned as she stood there in shame. Carmella got up and around the long table to slowly make her way to Aurelia. She pointed at one of the garments and told her, “This is one of the gold-couching techniques. The raw material for the gold thread used here comes from a neighboring country of Southeast Aciatic. The annual yield isn’t a lot, so it’s very precious. The thread is soft and fragile, not having much flexibility, so one has to be exceptionally careful when embroidering to be able to keep the thread whole."

And what do you want, Miss Sterling? "It’s Mrs Vane.” I corrected him looking straight into his eyes. “And I want something attention grabbing, perhaps a dress that causes envy?.” Beside me, I heard Clara let out a small, annoyed huff. "Thea, don't be dramatic. Just pick a nice blue gown and be done with it." I ignored her and looked around the room. My eyes landed on a small frame on the wall. It was a sample of Gold-Thread Filigree, a very old, very difficult style of embroidery that used real gold wire.

" 'What she gave me?' I thought, annoyed. The watch she gave me was a cheap fake, rusted and gone for who knew how many years. This watch was from my wife, Rowena Smith, who knew I loved that collection. She designed it herself and had it custom-made half a year in advance, a one-of-a-kind in the world. I was at a loss for words. "Take a good look at these diamonds. You think you can afford any of them? "This is a gift from my wife, and it's got nothing to do with you." The diamonds sparkled with an unmistakable high-end shine. Then, Henry yanked the watch off my wrist, his sneer widening.

“Sure. Take it and ask for another if you like it. Pure gold, top quality.” I took the chain from him—as I had some experience in these things, and then bit down on it before holding it up to the light. The pendant was pretty, without doubt, and in the form of a little corgi with a goofy charm. But the gold was the problem. It was too light for the size, and the hue had a faint greenish tinge to it. It was most likely an alloy. The sheer daring of the whole thing made me laugh, and I then glanced at the seller while making sure I had mockery written all over my face. “You made this for him out of gold? How impressive. Where did you get the gold from? The tin miners down the street?”

Worse was the gold silk mini dress, silver made my eyes pop vibrantly, and gold made me look like a washed-out hooker. ,

"How do you plan on repairing it? Using gold? I don't like gold-plating. It's so tacky and gaudy." "I'm not going to plate it with gold." Taking out a piece of paper, I drew a rough sketch with a few strokes. "It's called the concealed-vein technique. Threads of pure gold are drawn finer than hair and worked along the emerald's existing fractures and inclusions, creating hidden internal anchors. You won't be able to see any traces of the metal on the surface. To the eye, it just looks like a natural part of the stone." The disdain in her eyes vanished as she gazed at me intently.