my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun just nodded at Oliver’s comment. ”Sounds like a plan.” By that point, he had already started drifting back to his easel, holding the brush loosely in his left hand.
At the other man's offer, however, the Ascended shook his head. "I can't join you or work on my own things, really." With that, he finally dipped the brush into the blue paint. Reaching forward, he tried to make a simple line, but his hand wobbled and wavered, leaving an uncertain smear on the no longer blank canvas. Sighing, he put the brush down.
Then he slipped a square of cloth out of his pocket. Sliding it onto his left hand, he imagined it turning the same shade of blue as the paint. It did so, leaving his skin a hue not seen in normal people. Then he added a bit of purple and green, adding increasingly complex patterns.
At the other man's offer, however, the Ascended shook his head. "I can't join you or work on my own things, really." With that, he finally dipped the brush into the blue paint. Reaching forward, he tried to make a simple line, but his hand wobbled and wavered, leaving an uncertain smear on the no longer blank canvas. Sighing, he put the brush down.
Then he slipped a square of cloth out of his pocket. Sliding it onto his left hand, he imagined it turning the same shade of blue as the paint. It did so, leaving his skin a hue not seen in normal people. Then he added a bit of purple and green, adding increasingly complex patterns.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
