if I ever start to think straight
Unlike Wessex, Amun had an actual offering for Safrin. It was a vase he'd worked on, figuring it could be used as a gift for Amalia if nothing else. So he brought the star patterned present over to the shrine.
Except in actuality, it was an unworked lump of wet clay, because he'd only thought about the vase, not actually made it no matter what his mind said. But hey, it was the thought that counted.
The familiar voice shouting drew him closer to the shrine. "I fell from the sky. Did I ever tell you that?" He shuffled past the Wraith to lay his vase (clay) carefully on the altar before stepping back. Then he glanced at her. "S' a good look for you."
Grinning, he winked. Except it happened to use both eyes, so it was a weirdly long and suggestive blink instead. "We having a naked dance party? Count me in." He began ripping his rather dirty and unkempt clothes off.
Except in actuality, it was an unworked lump of wet clay, because he'd only thought about the vase, not actually made it no matter what his mind said. But hey, it was the thought that counted.
The familiar voice shouting drew him closer to the shrine. "I fell from the sky. Did I ever tell you that?" He shuffled past the Wraith to lay his vase (clay) carefully on the altar before stepping back. Then he glanced at her. "S' a good look for you."
Grinning, he winked. Except it happened to use both eyes, so it was a weirdly long and suggestive blink instead. "We having a naked dance party? Count me in." He began ripping his rather dirty and unkempt clothes off.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
