my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun chuckled again, more heartily this time. Reaching out, he attempted to pat Oliver on the cheek. ”Don't worry. I wouldn’t measure yourself against me, Blondie. No one is as good as reeling people in as I am.” Winking at the other man, the potter grinned. ”Give it, what, ten years? Give it ten years, and you might start to catch up.” His tone was teasing, but not cruel.
Smirking, he shook his head. ”Small delicate looking bird, long thin beak, brilliant colors. I got it, Blondie. Thanks for the offer though.” Raising his eyebrows at the Oliver’s request, the Ascended shrugged. ”Sure. Why not.”
Smirking, he shook his head. ”Small delicate looking bird, long thin beak, brilliant colors. I got it, Blondie. Thanks for the offer though.” Raising his eyebrows at the Oliver’s request, the Ascended shrugged. ”Sure. Why not.”
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
