full moon rising on the waters of my soul
”Darling, you’re nice, but I wouldn’t describe you as a queen. Princess, maybe.” Amun figured he was okay, what with the harmless winking at all. However, he smiled at Wessex just in case, hopefully letting her know it was all in good fun. Then however, there were a lot of names, and even more to keep track of, and he didn’t follow all of it, already feeling a headache coming on. A scholar he was not.
When she said that it got messy, though, he snorted. ”That sounds like an understatement. So we’re the rebels, then?” It was what it sounded like to him, and he was totally okay with that. Thankfully, the complicated stuff left his mind immediately as she spoke about having fun. He perked up: though he didn’t know what a nervous system was, he didn’t want to admit to more ignorance in front of a woman he was beginning to think might be one of the coolest people he’d met, so he just gave her an easy grin, far more interested in the last of her comments. ”Fun sounds good to me. Tell me more.” He winked again for good measure.
When she said that it got messy, though, he snorted. ”That sounds like an understatement. So we’re the rebels, then?” It was what it sounded like to him, and he was totally okay with that. Thankfully, the complicated stuff left his mind immediately as she spoke about having fun. He perked up: though he didn’t know what a nervous system was, he didn’t want to admit to more ignorance in front of a woman he was beginning to think might be one of the coolest people he’d met, so he just gave her an easy grin, far more interested in the last of her comments. ”Fun sounds good to me. Tell me more.” He winked again for good measure.
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