my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Amun had been pleased to discover the lighthouse. Although he didn't need to see light to see in the dark, and although it housed a shrine to the old gods at the top, it was a good vantage point to see quite a bit of Torchline. He'd climbed the long stairs to the top he'd given the shrine a wide berth as he gazed out at the ocean, a pleased smile on his lips.
As a storm threatened, he climbed down the stairs again, planning to seek a less exposed spot to shelter it out. However, when he emerged from the door at the base, he frowned when he saw the familiar figure of Sunjata there. The fire in his hands caused the potter's eyes to narrow.
Staying right where he was, he called out to the bartender. "I know you're a tall drink of water, but I think that actually means you should avoid getting more wet." Then the Ascended smirked. "Not that I'd mind seeing your clothes cling to your skin, even if you have no interest in me." Voice amused, his eyes narrowed as he took in the other man's battered state.
As a storm threatened, he climbed down the stairs again, planning to seek a less exposed spot to shelter it out. However, when he emerged from the door at the base, he frowned when he saw the familiar figure of Sunjata there. The fire in his hands caused the potter's eyes to narrow.
Staying right where he was, he called out to the bartender. "I know you're a tall drink of water, but I think that actually means you should avoid getting more wet." Then the Ascended smirked. "Not that I'd mind seeing your clothes cling to your skin, even if you have no interest in me." Voice amused, his eyes narrowed as he took in the other man's battered state.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
