if I ever start to think straight
"Amun." Having said his name, Amun cocked his head to one side as the whispered voice called to him again. Reaching out, he placed his hand on one of the glittering crystals. "I heard it again. And I can see them now." He smiled. "They're...I'm not really sure what they are. But they're in here. Come see." He beckoned the stranger forward.
Looking at the other man, the potter pouted. "I don't want fluid. I want blood. The Voice doesn't give me blood. And I'm so thirsty." Once again, he licked his lips.
Training his eyes on the cut on the stranger's hand, the Ascended let his own hand drop from the crystal. Stepping forward again, he swayed a bit. "No. What...I can't take unless you say." A whining sound started in the back of his throat.
Looking at the other man, the potter pouted. "I don't want fluid. I want blood. The Voice doesn't give me blood. And I'm so thirsty." Once again, he licked his lips.
Training his eyes on the cut on the stranger's hand, the Ascended let his own hand drop from the crystal. Stepping forward again, he swayed a bit. "No. What...I can't take unless you say." A whining sound started in the back of his throat.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
