if I ever start to think straight
Shrieking as his skin crackled with electricity and was drenched with water, Amun raised his arms over his head as if to block it, though it did little good. Thankfully, the deluge stopped, but there were pools of the cursed liquid everywhere. Amun hissed at all of it. Eying the puddles, he skirted around the evil liquid, staring up at Amalia.
"She's a devil in disguise," he accused, pointing a finger up at her and baring his teeth. His lips twisted into a snarl and his features into a rictus of fear and anger.
However, his gaze tracked towards Bastien. The potter's eyes widened. "Bastien had fire!" Gliding towards the artist, Amun reached for the other man's scorched hair. "Bring it back," he demanded.
"She's a devil in disguise," he accused, pointing a finger up at her and baring his teeth. His lips twisted into a snarl and his features into a rictus of fear and anger.
However, his gaze tracked towards Bastien. The potter's eyes widened. "Bastien had fire!" Gliding towards the artist, Amun reached for the other man's scorched hair. "Bring it back," he demanded.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
