my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun hummed at Edwyn's explanation. "I imagine that makes your descriptions all the more beautiful, in a way." Pausing, the potter found himself studying the writer's features. "Have you considered joining the Artist's Sanctuary?" The advisor smiled.
Laughing along with the other man, Amun nodded. As the potter shoved against Edwyn's admittedly unintentional strike, the advisor accidentally sent the writer tumbling backwards.
Staring down at the other man, Amun raised an eyebrow. Then he activated his upgrade once again: metal from the bracelets he wore slithered down his wrist and joined the rod he held. Pointing it at his fallen opponent, the potter tried to poke Edwyn in the gut. "Generally speaking, exposing your belly to your enemy is not a winning strategy."
Laughing along with the other man, Amun nodded. As the potter shoved against Edwyn's admittedly unintentional strike, the advisor accidentally sent the writer tumbling backwards.
Staring down at the other man, Amun raised an eyebrow. Then he activated his upgrade once again: metal from the bracelets he wore slithered down his wrist and joined the rod he held. Pointing it at his fallen opponent, the potter tried to poke Edwyn in the gut. "Generally speaking, exposing your belly to your enemy is not a winning strategy."
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
