full moon rising on the waters of my soul
At Zidance’s disapproving sound, Amun gaze flicked back to the other man. The ugly smirk came back to the potter’s lips, and this time it stayed there. As Zidane went on to try and provide some comfort to Amun, the smirk deepened. "Aye, you're right. Just a crushed hand." He paused, and something hot and dark flashed in his eyes. "For now."
With that, he leaned forward again, focusing entirely on Zidane, not even bothering to breathe or any of those other pesky things that non-Ascended had to do, like move. "How is the training going on your end." The potter's gaze and voice were both intense.
With that, he leaned forward again, focusing entirely on Zidane, not even bothering to breathe or any of those other pesky things that non-Ascended had to do, like move. "How is the training going on your end." The potter's gaze and voice were both intense.
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