full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun was not happy. He had been hoping to get away from all the fucking bullshit this world kept throwing at him. Of course, best laid plans and all that. Not having any idea where he was going—and not particularly caring, so long as it was away—he’d made his way deeper and deeper into the forest, uncaring of his destination or that he was completely, hopelessly lost.
At least until he came upon a clearing that held an enormous tree, with more of those fucking Roses at its base. There was an unfamiliar woman with what appeared to be blades sticking out of her hands stabbing at the ground, and he groaned, pissed off that despite his best efforts, his feet had somehow taken him to one of the places that had randomly appeared in his mind.
Stalking forward, he called out to the woman. ”That’s one way to do it. Mind digging me a hole as well?” If she looked his way, she'd see that he was dressed in shorts and nothing else. Without a care for his own safety—if he died, at least he’d be released from this cursed existence—and regardless of whether she dug him a hole or not, he'd make sure one of his Roses was planted firmly in the ground. If he wasn't going to be able to escape this curse, then he'd get the planting over with as soon as possible.
This place sucked too, apparently.
At least until he came upon a clearing that held an enormous tree, with more of those fucking Roses at its base. There was an unfamiliar woman with what appeared to be blades sticking out of her hands stabbing at the ground, and he groaned, pissed off that despite his best efforts, his feet had somehow taken him to one of the places that had randomly appeared in his mind.
Stalking forward, he called out to the woman. ”That’s one way to do it. Mind digging me a hole as well?” If she looked his way, she'd see that he was dressed in shorts and nothing else. Without a care for his own safety—if he died, at least he’d be released from this cursed existence—and regardless of whether she dug him a hole or not, he'd make sure one of his Roses was planted firmly in the ground. If he wasn't going to be able to escape this curse, then he'd get the planting over with as soon as possible.
This place sucked too, apparently.
amun
