my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun grinned at Tarasha. ”I’m glad you find me charming.” Then they kissed, and then the kiss deepened, before they finally broke it off. Leaning back, the potter winked. ”Look forward to it.” With that, he moved back to his spot and lounged, happy for now to simply watch and see who the bottle landed on next.
When it settled on Oliver, however, the potter couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound dark and low. ”You got this, Blondie!" The words were equal parts teasing and encouraging. Leaning on the ground, propped on one elbow, Amun settled in to heckle the remaining participants, as well as identify good kissers for later.
When it settled on Oliver, however, the potter couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound dark and low. ”You got this, Blondie!" The words were equal parts teasing and encouraging. Leaning on the ground, propped on one elbow, Amun settled in to heckle the remaining participants, as well as identify good kissers for later.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
