my love affair with water runs deep into my soul,
the serenity as intense as the tides ebb and flow
Looking over Oliver more carefully, Amun eventually grinned. "I suppose we can all get dolled up a bit." Chuckling as Rexanna tapped his chin, he followed her over to her corner, sipping his wine idly. Peering down at the makeup on display, he selected a dark, non-shimmering one. Dipping a finger in, he used it to line his eyes.
Rubbing his fingers together to get rid of the residue, he smirked at the blonde man's comments. "He's right. You are beautiful." Reaching up, the potter poked her in the nose, leaving a bit of a black smudge there. "Even now."
Turning, he leaned against the wall. Gesturing at Oakley, Amun raised his eyebrows. "Rexanna, how shall we adorn Oliver?" There was something teasing about his tone, but not at all cruel.
Rubbing his fingers together to get rid of the residue, he smirked at the blonde man's comments. "He's right. You are beautiful." Reaching up, the potter poked her in the nose, leaving a bit of a black smudge there. "Even now."
Turning, he leaned against the wall. Gesturing at Oakley, Amun raised his eyebrows. "Rexanna, how shall we adorn Oliver?" There was something teasing about his tone, but not at all cruel.
nothing is softer or more flexible than water,
yet nothing can resist it
AMUN
