my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun let Rexanna get as close as she liked. It was no skin off his nose if she wanted to sit in his lap, even, though thankfully she didn't try. "Good. Any work makes me a dull boy." Still, when she pulled out some straw, he grabbed some from her hands.
Sliding pieces of it under and in his prosthetic, he pinned them down. Then he began to try and weave them around each other with his left hand. His efforts were less than successful, but he kept at it. "Talk about what? Your highly successful council elections? Well done, by the way." Again, despite some feigned cheerfulness, there was something subtly off about the words, and about the way that he kept his eyes trained on the task.
Sliding pieces of it under and in his prosthetic, he pinned them down. Then he began to try and weave them around each other with his left hand. His efforts were less than successful, but he kept at it. "Talk about what? Your highly successful council elections? Well done, by the way." Again, despite some feigned cheerfulness, there was something subtly off about the words, and about the way that he kept his eyes trained on the task.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
