full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Hesitating for just a moment as Sam almost got the meaning of Amun's pantomiming, he finally nodded. Gesturing for the bookmaker to lead the way, the potter jogged ahead so he could walk beside the other man. The guild master's smile turned into a full on grin as Sam got to where Amun wanted, albeit in a roundabout fashion.
Winking when the bookmaker asked where they would be sitting, the potter reached out to take the other man's hand. Tugging the redhead forward, it was the guild master's turn to lead Sam through the stacks of the Athenuem. Eventually, they rounded a corner to a little nook that Amun had prepared.
There were sandy-colored throw pillows on the ground, and on the wall he'd hung a painting of the beach at night, one that he'd made himself. More lights twinkled above to simulate the stars. Letting go of the bookmaker's hand, the potter looked over at the other man, wanting to gauge his reaction.
Winking when the bookmaker asked where they would be sitting, the potter reached out to take the other man's hand. Tugging the redhead forward, it was the guild master's turn to lead Sam through the stacks of the Athenuem. Eventually, they rounded a corner to a little nook that Amun had prepared.
There were sandy-colored throw pillows on the ground, and on the wall he'd hung a painting of the beach at night, one that he'd made himself. More lights twinkled above to simulate the stars. Letting go of the bookmaker's hand, the potter looked over at the other man, wanting to gauge his reaction.
amun
