full moon rising on the waters of my soul
”Like what?” Although he feigned confusion, the snake’s invitation was more than welcome. Amun didn’t mind if he did: As soon as J patted the ground, the Ascended sank down languidly, laying on his stomach instead of his back so he could look at the other man more easily. Indeed, the potter was positively giddy, cupping his chin in his hands, kicking his legs in the air, side pressed against the snake’s; however, Amun’s eyes glittered with a wicked amount of heat that should hopefully indicate that the playfulness masked something much hotter.
He had indeed noticed the assortment of folks who thought very highly of themselves, Wessex chief among them. So J’s statement caused the potter to grin. ”Indeed. They make me feel downright inadequate, what with my distinct lack of heroic qualities. And my distinct lack of heroic abilities.” Okay, maybe he was a little sore about the murder tree and getting stabbed by the queen’s incidents. "Maybe you could cheer me up?" He pouted at the other man, though the Ascended's eyes glittered mischievously.
He had indeed noticed the assortment of folks who thought very highly of themselves, Wessex chief among them. So J’s statement caused the potter to grin. ”Indeed. They make me feel downright inadequate, what with my distinct lack of heroic qualities. And my distinct lack of heroic abilities.” Okay, maybe he was a little sore about the murder tree and getting stabbed by the queen’s incidents. "Maybe you could cheer me up?" He pouted at the other man, though the Ascended's eyes glittered mischievously.
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