my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
After yet another day of fruitlessly trying to work in the studio, Amun had decided that perhaps it was time to try something different. So he'd grabbed a cloak, and ventured out into the Domiciles. His steps were sure, taking him down the now familiar path to the Artist's Sanctuary.
Entering into the small haven, he shucked off his cloak. However, the sight of Oliver inside gave the potter pause. Indeed, he froze entirely for a moment, not even breathing, as he stared at the other man.
Amun resumed his movements soon enough, entering into the Sanctuary proper. "Hello Oliver." There wasn't much inflection one way or another to the words. The Ascended took in the sight of Oliver drawing before shrugging. Walking towards the paints, Amun regarded them cooly.
Entering into the small haven, he shucked off his cloak. However, the sight of Oliver inside gave the potter pause. Indeed, he froze entirely for a moment, not even breathing, as he stared at the other man.
Amun resumed his movements soon enough, entering into the Sanctuary proper. "Hello Oliver." There wasn't much inflection one way or another to the words. The Ascended took in the sight of Oliver drawing before shrugging. Walking towards the paints, Amun regarded them cooly.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
