full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun let Maea press her cheek against his palm. "Fine. Apology accepted." Smiling, he gave her cheek one last pat before dropping his hand.
Arching an eyebrow at her protest, he cocked his head to one side. "I do remember." He snorted. "I also remember you saying that there was no such thing as a good fight." Sighing, he shook his head.
"Yes, as long as we're alive there's still hope," he acknowledged. Tossing the stem of the dandelion aside, he narrowed his eyes at her. "See what you've done? Now I'm all melancholy. Next thing you know I'll be writing bad poetry and painting my nails black." He stuck out his tongue.
Arching an eyebrow at her protest, he cocked his head to one side. "I do remember." He snorted. "I also remember you saying that there was no such thing as a good fight." Sighing, he shook his head.
"Yes, as long as we're alive there's still hope," he acknowledged. Tossing the stem of the dandelion aside, he narrowed his eyes at her. "See what you've done? Now I'm all melancholy. Next thing you know I'll be writing bad poetry and painting my nails black." He stuck out his tongue.
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