full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun wasn't dressed in a ballgown, and his clothes were marginally more practical than that. Still, he wore a pair of tight black pants, shiny black boots, and a royal blue shirt with silver thread embroidered in the shape of a swan. In his hands he held a bouquet of roses interspersed with some small white blooms. They were held together by a delicate set of iron wires that resembled a snake and placed in a vase decorated with a smattering of constellations.
As he approached the meeting spot, he easily spotted Maeve in her perch. Whistling a few notes to a romantic tune, he swept into a bow and called out to her. "Belladonna!" Straightening up, he grinned. "I brought these for you." Holding up the flowers he inclined his head to her.
"Be careful, my beautiful poison ivy. The roses still have their thorns and the while blooms are as deadly as you are." He winked, but he was entirely serious: the second set of flowers were water hemlock.
As he approached the meeting spot, he easily spotted Maeve in her perch. Whistling a few notes to a romantic tune, he swept into a bow and called out to her. "Belladonna!" Straightening up, he grinned. "I brought these for you." Holding up the flowers he inclined his head to her.
"Be careful, my beautiful poison ivy. The roses still have their thorns and the while blooms are as deadly as you are." He winked, but he was entirely serious: the second set of flowers were water hemlock.
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