amun
A flash of movement caught the corner of Amun’s eye. Turning his head, and just his head, he stared at Wessex, who’d seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Then again, the Wraith could teleport, so maybe it wasn’t that surprising.
For a long moment, he said nothing, just stood in his hiding spot and regarded the former queen. Finally, he sighed, the sound softer than the wind whistling across the stones. "Hello Wessex." His voice was pitched just loud enough for her to hear it in her own shady spot.
Turning, he looked at the crack through which the sun was visible once more. He didn't bother to move, or stir from his spot. In fact, he didn't bother to breathe, or blink, or any of those things normal people did. He just stayed there, motionless. In that moment, he was more statue than man, as stoney and broken as the Ruins themselves.
For a long moment, he said nothing, just stood in his hiding spot and regarded the former queen. Finally, he sighed, the sound softer than the wind whistling across the stones. "Hello Wessex." His voice was pitched just loud enough for her to hear it in her own shady spot.
Turning, he looked at the crack through which the sun was visible once more. He didn't bother to move, or stir from his spot. In fact, he didn't bother to breathe, or blink, or any of those things normal people did. He just stayed there, motionless. In that moment, he was more statue than man, as stoney and broken as the Ruins themselves.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
