my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun shot Oliver a grin. ”Well, if it’s light you want, you’re better off somewhere more civilized.” Winking at the other man, the Ascended’s grin gained a wicked edge. ”So tell me. What sorts of things do you like to sketch?” Again, he was teasing Oliver, but again, the potter didn't mean any harm by it.
Letting out a chuckle, Amun gave the other man a curious look. "Oh? Is that all?" Smirking, the Ascended gave Oliver a once over, as if searching for some sign of his attuned status. "So then. Tell me. What does she represent? What has she done for others?" When the other man asked how Amun was doing, the smirk deepened. "Doing just fine, Blondie. Why do you ask." The again went unspoken.
Letting out a chuckle, Amun gave the other man a curious look. "Oh? Is that all?" Smirking, the Ascended gave Oliver a once over, as if searching for some sign of his attuned status. "So then. Tell me. What does she represent? What has she done for others?" When the other man asked how Amun was doing, the smirk deepened. "Doing just fine, Blondie. Why do you ask." The again went unspoken.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
