amun
As Bastien explained his history, Amun listened along, a grin lurking on his lips all the while. ”What happened, handsome? You see behind the goddess’ glitter?” There was a slightly mocking tone in the potter’s voice, but he meant no harm by it.
The question caught him off guard though. His eyes grew a bit distant as he considered the response. "I haven't actually made anything in Caido yet. Well, besides the mural" There wasn't any sorrow in that, just a statement of fact. "It was an urn. It depicted the god of the moon in my old world, of whom I was a devotee." His eyes settled on the other man, and Amun smirked. "So you paint what strikes your fancy too, handsome?"
Bastien's response elicited a chuckle from the potter. ”Nope.” He winked. ”I like surprises, handsome.”
The question caught him off guard though. His eyes grew a bit distant as he considered the response. "I haven't actually made anything in Caido yet. Well, besides the mural" There wasn't any sorrow in that, just a statement of fact. "It was an urn. It depicted the god of the moon in my old world, of whom I was a devotee." His eyes settled on the other man, and Amun smirked. "So you paint what strikes your fancy too, handsome?"
Bastien's response elicited a chuckle from the potter. ”Nope.” He winked. ”I like surprises, handsome.”
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
