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Amun laughed right along with Samuel. "Because I'm predictable? Or maybe easy?" Grinning, the potter winked. "Though I prefer dependable and easy-going myself."
As the bookmaker asked what happened to the potter's voice, he sighed. "No idea. I went to pray to the Voice, a light showed up, said I was too talkative, and next thing I knew, everything I said, wrote, or thought came out backwards." He grimaced, shaking his head.
Looking out over the lava again, he smiled. "It does have a certain striking appeal, in an 'Oh fuck, oh fuck, we're all gonna die,' sort of way." Arching an eyebrow at the other man's suggestion, the guild master nodded. "I'd like that."
Then his smile turned to a smirk as his eyes trailed over the redhead's body. "Though we'll have to find models somewhere. Any ideas?" The potter took the other man's hand and caressed his palm. Only then did the guild master let himself be hoisted up the boulder.
As the bookmaker asked what happened to the potter's voice, he sighed. "No idea. I went to pray to the Voice, a light showed up, said I was too talkative, and next thing I knew, everything I said, wrote, or thought came out backwards." He grimaced, shaking his head.
Looking out over the lava again, he smiled. "It does have a certain striking appeal, in an 'Oh fuck, oh fuck, we're all gonna die,' sort of way." Arching an eyebrow at the other man's suggestion, the guild master nodded. "I'd like that."
Then his smile turned to a smirk as his eyes trailed over the redhead's body. "Though we'll have to find models somewhere. Any ideas?" The potter took the other man's hand and caressed his palm. Only then did the guild master let himself be hoisted up the boulder.
Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me
