full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Well, this was all well and good, but they’d planted their Roses and Amun was losing interest in the conversation. Yes, yes, the wordplay was fun and all, but it was hardly the most thrilling of discussions. ”Who isn’t secretly hoping to be someone else?” The potter knew he was. Indeed, he wasn’t sure he wanted this form that had been thrust upon him. Oh sure, there were nice parts to all this, but his old life, what he used to be, well, that had been perfection.
There were good parts to it, as he'd said, sure, the other man was right about that much, but there was just as much bad. ”Well, thanks darling. But yeah, no physical pain, no physical pleasure. Plus we apparently burst into flames if we stay out in the sun for too long. However, as my handsome friend said, there are perks. We won’t die unless something kills us, and can move incredibly quickly at night.” If Lusea wanted the whole story, though, the potter would be more than happy to oblige; he gave her a wicked grin, exposing his fangs. ”And if we drink someone’s blood, we gain access to their abilities, plus it’s incredibly pleasurable for all parties involved.” He winked at her to let her know exactly what he meant by that.
There were good parts to it, as he'd said, sure, the other man was right about that much, but there was just as much bad. ”Well, thanks darling. But yeah, no physical pain, no physical pleasure. Plus we apparently burst into flames if we stay out in the sun for too long. However, as my handsome friend said, there are perks. We won’t die unless something kills us, and can move incredibly quickly at night.” If Lusea wanted the whole story, though, the potter would be more than happy to oblige; he gave her a wicked grin, exposing his fangs. ”And if we drink someone’s blood, we gain access to their abilities, plus it’s incredibly pleasurable for all parties involved.” He winked at her to let her know exactly what he meant by that.
amun
