my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun chukcled at Bastien's praise. Reaching out a finger, the potter traced it down the other man's cheek. "And how about you? Have I got you swooning?" Amun's voice was low and suggestive, though he rolled off Bastien's lap easily enough.
Nodding as the head of the Artist's Sanctuary dismissed them, the potter gathered up his clothes. It was awkward putting them on with his prosthetic, but he managed. Waving much more cheerfully at everyone gathered, he made sure to smirk directly at Rexanna. "I guess I'll be seeing you all. Quite a bit of you, it sounds like." The words were teasing, and with one last wave he made his exit.
Nodding as the head of the Artist's Sanctuary dismissed them, the potter gathered up his clothes. It was awkward putting them on with his prosthetic, but he managed. Waving much more cheerfully at everyone gathered, he made sure to smirk directly at Rexanna. "I guess I'll be seeing you all. Quite a bit of you, it sounds like." The words were teasing, and with one last wave he made his exit.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
