amun
As the stranger slid a hand down the wood of the door, Amun leaned against the frame, watching the movement intently. ”Well I can’t say she’s my favorite, what with the whole locking you out in the cold and the snow. Still I guess that just means we’ll have to find something other than tea to warm us up.” The potter winked at the other man, then grinned as his gaze strayed toward Amun’s hiding spot. The grin widened as the stranger slung an arm around the potter’s shoulders; for his part, his arm snaked around the other man’s waist, resting comfortably. The potter’s dextrous fingers rubbed slow circles on the other man’s hips as Amun led them over to the entrance to the ruined building.
Ducking in, the Ascended slid his hand around the stranger’s back and rested it on his other hip as Amun turned to face the other man. ”Home sweet home.” Clearly it wasn't. The hole was completely bare of any furniture, and broken chunks of rock littered the ground, but at least it was dry and warmer than the outside. Or, well, Amun assumed it was warmer, given that he couldn’t feel temperature anymore.
Ducking in, the Ascended slid his hand around the stranger’s back and rested it on his other hip as Amun turned to face the other man. ”Home sweet home.” Clearly it wasn't. The hole was completely bare of any furniture, and broken chunks of rock littered the ground, but at least it was dry and warmer than the outside. Or, well, Amun assumed it was warmer, given that he couldn’t feel temperature anymore.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
