if I ever start to think straight
Amun frowned. "Before what before what?" Glancing at Wessex, he cocked his head to one side.
Grinning at her comment, he plucked at one dirty sleeve of his. "They can be nice. Can make people feel powerful if you do it right." Then he stripped off his shirt. "But if you don't like them I can get rid of them." He chuckled at her, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his pants.
However, his eyes narrowed at her question. "Do you mean original Amun?" He sighed, and stepped a bit closer to her. "What does it mean, to be a copy?"
Shaking his head, he looked up at the sky. "I don't remember much of my past life. But I must've been very much at religion, because when I died they snatched me up and put me in the night sky." He gestured as he explained, hand miming plucking something from the ground and tossing it upwards.
Grinning at her comment, he plucked at one dirty sleeve of his. "They can be nice. Can make people feel powerful if you do it right." Then he stripped off his shirt. "But if you don't like them I can get rid of them." He chuckled at her, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his pants.
However, his eyes narrowed at her question. "Do you mean original Amun?" He sighed, and stepped a bit closer to her. "What does it mean, to be a copy?"
Shaking his head, he looked up at the sky. "I don't remember much of my past life. But I must've been very much at religion, because when I died they snatched me up and put me in the night sky." He gestured as he explained, hand miming plucking something from the ground and tossing it upwards.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun