full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun had spent the day in his studio frustratingly trying and failing to figure out how to make pots with his prosthetic. Each attempt had ended in disaster, each time worse than the last. The final one had been so bad that he’d ended up tossing the clump against the wall. After scraping it off and tossing it back with his supplies, he’d sighed.
Then he’d cleaned himself off and stalked through the streets. Although he wasn’t dressed finely, he carried himself with a confidence that bordered on obnoxious. Still, something dark lurked in his eyes. When he arrived at the VlamVloed, he scanned the interior, but didn’t recognize anyone. Sighing, he slid into a table in the corner, and settled in to watch.
And maybe find someone to cheer him up for the night.
Zidane
Then he’d cleaned himself off and stalked through the streets. Although he wasn’t dressed finely, he carried himself with a confidence that bordered on obnoxious. Still, something dark lurked in his eyes. When he arrived at the VlamVloed, he scanned the interior, but didn’t recognize anyone. Sighing, he slid into a table in the corner, and settled in to watch.
And maybe find someone to cheer him up for the night.
amun
