my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun chuckled delightedly at Zariah’s response. ”So what do you waste your time on?” His voice came out in a feigned whisper, as if they were gossiping. Winking at her, he grinned. ”They’re about as fragile as my ego, striking.” Leaving her to decide what he meant by that, he smirked right back.
As she asked about his art, he leaned in closer, as if to let her in on a big secret. ”Sadly, the people of the Hollowed Grounds don’t have an appreciation for the finer things in life. I’m sure you do, however, and I’d be happy to show you exactly what I can do, striking.” His words were underscored by a great deal of mischievous heat.
Shrugging, he grinned again, not at all bothered by her words about Halo. ”Well. I like to think of myself as hot, and as someone who makes himself welcome wherever the wind takes me. So I’m touched, but don’t worry about me, striking.” He waggled his eyebrows.
However, he stilled for a moment, though his eyes glinted with an impish gleam. "You did. And yet, here you are, playing in the mud and talking to me, striking, instead of rolling in the hay with your Warden.” He tilted his head as he regarded her, another smirk lurking on his lips.
As she asked about his art, he leaned in closer, as if to let her in on a big secret. ”Sadly, the people of the Hollowed Grounds don’t have an appreciation for the finer things in life. I’m sure you do, however, and I’d be happy to show you exactly what I can do, striking.” His words were underscored by a great deal of mischievous heat.
Shrugging, he grinned again, not at all bothered by her words about Halo. ”Well. I like to think of myself as hot, and as someone who makes himself welcome wherever the wind takes me. So I’m touched, but don’t worry about me, striking.” He waggled his eyebrows.
However, he stilled for a moment, though his eyes glinted with an impish gleam. "You did. And yet, here you are, playing in the mud and talking to me, striking, instead of rolling in the hay with your Warden.” He tilted his head as he regarded her, another smirk lurking on his lips.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
