my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun chuckled at Oliver’s words, the sound dark and low. ”Thanks for the offer, Blondie, but unless you’re willing and able to make regular shipments of clay to my studio, I think I’ll have to come up with another solution.” Winking at the other man, the potter's eyebrows raised at Oliver's concern. "I'm pretty good at amusing myself, Blondie. Especially because I don't sleep, so I've got all day to fill as well."
Then the Ascended smirked. "Besides. Who said anything about spending my nights completely alone?" There was a wicked tone in his voice, and he waggled his eyebrows suggestively at the other man. Then Amun gestured in the direction of the Oasis. "Anyway, as I said, I'm looking to find the best path through these trees." He began walking, figuring Oliver would follow. Or not, as the case may be.
Then the Ascended smirked. "Besides. Who said anything about spending my nights completely alone?" There was a wicked tone in his voice, and he waggled his eyebrows suggestively at the other man. Then Amun gestured in the direction of the Oasis. "Anyway, as I said, I'm looking to find the best path through these trees." He began walking, figuring Oliver would follow. Or not, as the case may be.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
