my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
At the other man’s downright adorable reactions to the nickname and the wink, Amun grinned. It had a great deal of wickedness in it. As did his voice. ”And just what were you hoping to find in your explorations, Curly?” Remi’s observation that he didn’t know about the studio elicited a chuckle from the Ascended, the sound dark and low. ”Well, I just finished building it, so I guess that’s not surprising. Disappointing, though.” He pouted, though his eyes sparkled with mischief.
When the other man glanced around, he’d see a kiln, the kick wheel, a small cot in the corner, and shelves that were empty of pretty much anything but a few half-made amphorae and some unworked clay. His question caused the potter to smirk. ”Oh I’m so much more than a potter.” However, seeing as Remi wasn’t here for business or pleasure, Amun decided to resume working.
Taking his seat, he picked up the small brush. Then he kicked the base of the wheel, setting it spinning once more. Kicking periodically, he raised the brush and continued trimming his current project.
When the other man glanced around, he’d see a kiln, the kick wheel, a small cot in the corner, and shelves that were empty of pretty much anything but a few half-made amphorae and some unworked clay. His question caused the potter to smirk. ”Oh I’m so much more than a potter.” However, seeing as Remi wasn’t here for business or pleasure, Amun decided to resume working.
Taking his seat, he picked up the small brush. Then he kicked the base of the wheel, setting it spinning once more. Kicking periodically, he raised the brush and continued trimming his current project.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
