full moon rising on the waters of my soul
The stranger might be pissed, but Amun was the one being assaulted here, and he was pretty angry himself. Indeed, even the easy-going potter had his limits, and enough was enough. As the other man slammed his head against the Ascended’s leg—he didn’t feel any pain from the blow, of course—he just growled in annoyance. And then the strange man had the audacity to give Amun a hurt look. Fuck that. ”Seriously mate? What is your problem?” The other man seemed as much obsessed with the flower as he was with the Ascended, so as the stranger fell back, the potter did his best to disentangle himself and scamper away in the snow.
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