full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Amun smirked, though it was still a ghost of his former mischievous self. "Don't worry, the rest of us got that covered." Despite the joking words, there wasn't much humor in his tone. Given that the potter's back was to the wall, he was easily able to keep an eye to match sure they weren't being eavesdropped. Indeed, his eyes flicked past Zidane every few moments, watching the others in the bar.
However, Amun's gaze returned to the other man as he watched someone drink with longing. The potter didn't say anything, though. When Zidane asked what Amun missed most about his old life, his eyes grew distant. He was silent for a long while. "The feeling of a sea breeze against my bare skin." There was a naked longing in his voice.
However, Amun's gaze returned to the other man as he watched someone drink with longing. The potter didn't say anything, though. When Zidane asked what Amun missed most about his old life, his eyes grew distant. He was silent for a long while. "The feeling of a sea breeze against my bare skin." There was a naked longing in his voice.
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