amun
As Maea squeezed Amun's hand, he held hers firmly. Seeing the smugglers breaking through and being to try and squeeze through, his eyes narrowed. Slowly, so as not to disturb the water, he tapped the back of her hand. Lifting his other hand from his cutlass, he made a parting motion, as if trying to indicate to her she should subtly help them with their efforts. Honestly, he wasn't sure she could even see it.
With that, his fingers crept down to his hip again. Grasping his cutlass tightly, he settled in to wait. He'd gone entirely still again, a quiet patience and anticipation stealing over him.
With that, his fingers crept down to his hip again. Grasping his cutlass tightly, he settled in to wait. He'd gone entirely still again, a quiet patience and anticipation stealing over him.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
