my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
As Remi studied the drawings, Amun tidied up the studio. He put away the extra papers and the charcoal he’d been using, cleaned up the excess clay, and checked on his amphorae, which were shaping up nicely. When the other man finally spoke up, the potter turned, leaning against the kiln, its heat not bothering him in the slightest. ”You’re very welcome, Curly.” The Ascended grinned at Remi.
Gesturing around at the studio, Amun’s eyes sparkled. ”I’ll swing by, then. And if you need me for anything, or have any questions about the diagrams, you obviously know where to find me.” Fighting back the urge to wink, the Ascended just kept grinning, and didn't move from his current position. He nodded at the papers the other man clutched. "And I can make extra copies of that, if you misplace them."
Gesturing around at the studio, Amun’s eyes sparkled. ”I’ll swing by, then. And if you need me for anything, or have any questions about the diagrams, you obviously know where to find me.” Fighting back the urge to wink, the Ascended just kept grinning, and didn't move from his current position. He nodded at the papers the other man clutched. "And I can make extra copies of that, if you misplace them."
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
