if I ever start to think straight
Sighing at Wessex's confused response (but mostly at the curse itself) Amun held up a hand asking for more time. Then he went back to his furious sketching. His brow was furrowed with concentration and his mouth was slightly parted.
When he finished, he flipped the journal around to show her. On one page was a crude sketch of a man on his knees, hands raised in prayer, before an altar. On the other page was a man's face with a voice bubble coming out of it, but the bubble was crossed out. He pointed at the first image, then himself, then the second picture, then his mouth. Shaking his head, he stared at her with wide eyes.
When he finished, he flipped the journal around to show her. On one page was a crude sketch of a man on his knees, hands raised in prayer, before an altar. On the other page was a man's face with a voice bubble coming out of it, but the bubble was crossed out. He pointed at the first image, then himself, then the second picture, then his mouth. Shaking his head, he stared at her with wide eyes.
this heart will start a riot in me
Amun
