my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun nodded absentmindedly at Oliver’s statement. ”Good idea.” The words were more than a bit distracted. Standing in front of the easel, the potter felt his eyes drifting aimlessly between the blank canvas, the can of paint, and the brush. He made no move to start painting anything.
At the other man's offer, the Ascended shrugged. Leaving his supplies behind, he walked over behind Oliver. Still standing, Amun peered over the other man's shoulder at the sketches. "You can bring the paints if you'd like." The potter's voice wasn't so much disinterested as it was detached, somehow, not really matching up with his expression or his posture.
At the other man's offer, the Ascended shrugged. Leaving his supplies behind, he walked over behind Oliver. Still standing, Amun peered over the other man's shoulder at the sketches. "You can bring the paints if you'd like." The potter's voice wasn't so much disinterested as it was detached, somehow, not really matching up with his expression or his posture.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
