my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Sighing, Amun nodded. "Yup. Pretty shitty." As Wessex explained what she'd been doing, then asked him to help her, he raised his eyebrows. "Yeah. Yeah, Clem and I can do that." A slow, but bright, grin spread across his lips. "It would be my pleasure." He looked more like his old self than he had in a long time.
Reaching out, he clasped her shoulder. "And I promise that one day we won't have to do this." Chuckling, he smirked. "Or at least people will give the Attuned as much shit about the old gods as they give us about the Voice." His tone was wry, and his expression was wicked.
Reaching out, he clasped her shoulder. "And I promise that one day we won't have to do this." Chuckling, he smirked. "Or at least people will give the Attuned as much shit about the old gods as they give us about the Voice." His tone was wry, and his expression was wicked.
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
