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Considering what she had been through, it was quite the miracle that the girl could stand to have anyone touch her at all. But while it was a trauma, it could have been far worse and she was perhaps stronger than she looked. Friendly hands on shoulders and well-meaning hugs, playful nudges and loving kisses were not a problem, nor was the kind, brotherly concern Amun showed as he tilted her chin up.
It did not take much for her to meet his gaze, see the sincerity in it... and she nodded. A little grudging. "I'll... try." The quick glance she shot to the package on the table was one of a person about to go to war.
When he stood and stepped back, the girl straightened and breathed a deep sigh, letting the tension leave her at its own pace. Turning back to the clay, she stared at the half-formed lump and pursed her lips. Went back to working it with new determination - and it was a little easier this time, enough that she soon had the basic outline of a simple, rustic cup before her. A little small, a little wonky and not very elegant, but functional. She hoped.
An idea came to her then, quite suddenly, and as a smile brightened her expression once more, she turned to Amun. "Do you think I'd be able to make a jug? On the bigger side, the kind you'd use to hold liquour?" She held her hands up to indicate the measure of it, large enough to contain at least a gallon of liquid.
It did not take much for her to meet his gaze, see the sincerity in it... and she nodded. A little grudging. "I'll... try." The quick glance she shot to the package on the table was one of a person about to go to war.
When he stood and stepped back, the girl straightened and breathed a deep sigh, letting the tension leave her at its own pace. Turning back to the clay, she stared at the half-formed lump and pursed her lips. Went back to working it with new determination - and it was a little easier this time, enough that she soon had the basic outline of a simple, rustic cup before her. A little small, a little wonky and not very elegant, but functional. She hoped.
An idea came to her then, quite suddenly, and as a smile brightened her expression once more, she turned to Amun. "Do you think I'd be able to make a jug? On the bigger side, the kind you'd use to hold liquour?" She held her hands up to indicate the measure of it, large enough to contain at least a gallon of liquid.
I'm an angel bored like hell
And you're a devil meaning well
And you're a devil meaning well
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
