my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Shaking his head, Amun just shrugged. "Not your fault." Still, he gave Bastien a grateful smile. The potter even reached up to lay his hand over the artist's. Seeing as Amun had never been shy about physical touch, he saw no reason to change that now.
At first, he didn't notice any difference. The pain and grief were still there. But even as he opened his mouth to say no, he could feel the way his shoulders had relaxed, the way some of the tension had bled away. The sorrow was still there, yes, but it felt easier to deal with. "It does. Thank you." He squeezed the other man's hand.
Then the potter cleared his throat. "How are you and Rexanna doing?"
At first, he didn't notice any difference. The pain and grief were still there. But even as he opened his mouth to say no, he could feel the way his shoulders had relaxed, the way some of the tension had bled away. The sorrow was still there, yes, but it felt easier to deal with. "It does. Thank you." He squeezed the other man's hand.
Then the potter cleared his throat. "How are you and Rexanna doing?"
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
