full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun's outfit wasn't extravagant, although like Sam it was fancier than the potter usually dressed. Whistling in an appreciated tone, he let his eyes travel over the bookmaker's body. Gaze flicking back up to the redhead's face, the guild master grinned.
With his free hand, he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear while he held out the rose with the other. When the other man started speaking, however, Amun sighed. Holding up one finger (and assuming the redhead had taken the rose), the potter would clear his throat again.
Then he pointed to himself. Putting his palms together in a classic prayer position, he shifted until his hands were claws in the air (which caused him to almost drop his notebook), before covering his mouth with his free hand. Staring straight into Sam's eyes, the guild master hoped his message would get across.
With his free hand, he tucked a strand of hair behind his ear while he held out the rose with the other. When the other man started speaking, however, Amun sighed. Holding up one finger (and assuming the redhead had taken the rose), the potter would clear his throat again.
Then he pointed to himself. Putting his palms together in a classic prayer position, he shifted until his hands were claws in the air (which caused him to almost drop his notebook), before covering his mouth with his free hand. Staring straight into Sam's eyes, the guild master hoped his message would get across.
amun
