my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun rolled his eyes at Sunjata's explanation. Lips pressed together, the potter shook his head, still not looking at the Flood. "Very thoughtful of you. Your timing could use some work though." Letting out a sigh, the Ascended stared at the pages he'd written.
"Really? That's actually surprising." His lips twitched. "When I first told him I thought he was cute, he practically ran away from me. Took him a long time to believe it."
Hands still cupped around the metal he was shaping, he narrowed his eyes at it. "In this metaphor, are you leaving the wound to fester?" Finally, the iron stopped moving: it was a frame in the shape of an open book. Lifting each of the pages he'd written by pinching the corner, he laid them on the outside of the metal wires. That done, he ran his palm over them to smooth them.
"Really? That's actually surprising." His lips twitched. "When I first told him I thought he was cute, he practically ran away from me. Took him a long time to believe it."
Hands still cupped around the metal he was shaping, he narrowed his eyes at it. "In this metaphor, are you leaving the wound to fester?" Finally, the iron stopped moving: it was a frame in the shape of an open book. Lifting each of the pages he'd written by pinching the corner, he laid them on the outside of the metal wires. That done, he ran his palm over them to smooth them.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
