full moon rising on the waters of my soul
At the other man’s comment about being called a racist, Amun raised an eyebrow. ”I didn’t say that.” His voice came out as easy-going as he could make it, which was pretty easy-going. Since it was not at all what he was implying, it seemed that the other man had some issues to work through. Shifting his hand from the snake’s balls to his inner thighs, fingers stroking through the basically nonexistent fabric, the Ascended grinned. ”This is really me.” There wasn’t some complicated game or song and dance here; he was a creature of mostly simple pleasures, and of going wherever the flow carried him. If that didn’t work for J, then the potter wasn’t going to force it.
"At least what I am now." The admission came a bit grudgingly, but it came. Still, Amun's past and former form didn't change the fact that he would take his joys where he could find them. The world was full of too much sorrow and hardship to dwell on anything or to make it more difficult than it already was, or to not sow beauty and happiness (however fleeting) where he could.
"At least what I am now." The admission came a bit grudgingly, but it came. Still, Amun's past and former form didn't change the fact that he would take his joys where he could find them. The world was full of too much sorrow and hardship to dwell on anything or to make it more difficult than it already was, or to not sow beauty and happiness (however fleeting) where he could.
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