(OPEN) the warning signs have all been bright and garish

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Eyes still circling as they followed the books flying overhead, Amun giggled. "There are no librarians. The books are running the Atheneum." One of the tomes swooped down and he reached up for it. However, his fingers closed on nothing but air.

Stopping the search through the pile of volumes, he turned when Bastien sat up. Still holding the artist's hand, the potter leaned closer as well. So close that he actually rested his forehead against the other man's. Amun's eyes stared straight ahead, unblinking, pupils huge. "They say you die twice." Squeezing Bastien's hand, the potter took a deep breath. "Rexanna. Clem. Mabel. Lucas. Say it with me."

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid