my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun chuckled, then smirked at Oliver. "So. You're familiar with yourself, Blondie?" The potter winked. "That right hand of yours getting busy?" There was a salacious tone in his voice.
It disappeared as the other man insisted on speaking about Safrin at a later date. The Ascended shrugged. "Doesn't seem like there's much substance to Safrin's help, Blondie. I'll pass." His voice clearly indicated that he was bored with this particular subject. "Good luck with the whole preaching thing, though." He winked. "Sounds like you're going to need it, given how little you know about your chosen goddess."
As Oliver went on to talk about his new form, the potter grinned. "Ah, so I was right. You're not familiar with yourself." The teasing was back in full force. His eyes slid to the other man, an amused light dancing in them. "Pots." Then Amun chuckled again, still striding through the forest. He'd grown much more focused on identifying the best path through the trees.
It disappeared as the other man insisted on speaking about Safrin at a later date. The Ascended shrugged. "Doesn't seem like there's much substance to Safrin's help, Blondie. I'll pass." His voice clearly indicated that he was bored with this particular subject. "Good luck with the whole preaching thing, though." He winked. "Sounds like you're going to need it, given how little you know about your chosen goddess."
As Oliver went on to talk about his new form, the potter grinned. "Ah, so I was right. You're not familiar with yourself." The teasing was back in full force. His eyes slid to the other man, an amused light dancing in them. "Pots." Then Amun chuckled again, still striding through the forest. He'd grown much more focused on identifying the best path through the trees.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
