full moon rising on the waters of my soul
”It’s a nickname, Smokey, not a guess. Seemed apt, between the censor and your eyes.” Amun winked at her in response to her smile; it hadn’t reached her lips, but the Ascended had long ago learned to watch the eyes. They lied far less often than lips did. Especially when people were talking.
Having decided that she wasn’t a threat—and that he didn’t need to be all that charming, since she wasn’t his type—he settled back down, sitting cross-legged. Placing the jar in his lap, he took out a glob of it and made another attempt at shaping it into a simple bowl. However, it seemed to fold in on itself, and on his fingers, even when he gave it his best smolder. Apparently it was immune to his charms. His gaze flicked up to the woman. Time to find out if she was as well. ”What is your strong suit, then? Are you a people person?” His eyes held a mischievous glint.
Having decided that she wasn’t a threat—and that he didn’t need to be all that charming, since she wasn’t his type—he settled back down, sitting cross-legged. Placing the jar in his lap, he took out a glob of it and made another attempt at shaping it into a simple bowl. However, it seemed to fold in on itself, and on his fingers, even when he gave it his best smolder. Apparently it was immune to his charms. His gaze flicked up to the woman. Time to find out if she was as well. ”What is your strong suit, then? Are you a people person?” His eyes held a mischievous glint.
amun
