my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun winked, not at all bothered by Adam’s words or tone. ”Counting down the days, hopeless.” The Ascended's voice was as teasing as Adam's if not more so. Then they were off on their various tasks. The potter's was probably the easiest of all of them, though he did his best to make sure the petals were artful.
As Adam swung by and asked what Amun suggested, he laughed, the sound dark and low. "Subtly is key to romance. You're looking to communicate love, not lust aren't you hopeless?" Crossing his arms the Ascended glanced around the space. "Well, living flowers, as I said. Got any paint? If so, you could paint scenes of your relationship. The not sexy ones, of course." Although the potter smirked and his eyes held a mischievous light, his ideas were serious. "And then cushions, curtains, and nice plates to put the cake on. Well, single plate. And single fork." He winked again at Adam. "That way you'll have to share."
As Adam swung by and asked what Amun suggested, he laughed, the sound dark and low. "Subtly is key to romance. You're looking to communicate love, not lust aren't you hopeless?" Crossing his arms the Ascended glanced around the space. "Well, living flowers, as I said. Got any paint? If so, you could paint scenes of your relationship. The not sexy ones, of course." Although the potter smirked and his eyes held a mischievous light, his ideas were serious. "And then cushions, curtains, and nice plates to put the cake on. Well, single plate. And single fork." He winked again at Adam. "That way you'll have to share."
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
