if I ever start to think straight
Shaking his head, Amun's hands curled into fists. "They're right there. Trying to tempt me. But I'm stronger than them." His laughter echoed through the night, haunting and otherworldly. "Unless they're a dream. I've been dreaming a lot, and nobody else believes what I see and hear." Looking at Melita, he pouted. "Do you believe me?"
Baring his fangs, the potter nevertheless stayed rooted to his spot, arms wrapped around his body. "Wine isn't blood. Nothing's blood. Nothing is as good as blood." Swaying again, he started chanting what sounded like a mantra under his breath. "Freely given, I promised. Freely given, I promised. Freely given, I promised." As he spoke, his eyes strayed towards the lantern, his pupils reflecting its flickering light.
Baring his fangs, the potter nevertheless stayed rooted to his spot, arms wrapped around his body. "Wine isn't blood. Nothing's blood. Nothing is as good as blood." Swaying again, he started chanting what sounded like a mantra under his breath. "Freely given, I promised. Freely given, I promised. Freely given, I promised." As he spoke, his eyes strayed towards the lantern, his pupils reflecting its flickering light.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
