Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
It was a girl. Moreover, it was a girl Amun recognized. He froze again, though this time it was from shock. "Maea." Basically falling forward, he placed his free hand on her shoulder and gave it a shake. "Maea!" Zhanshi dove underground again as the potter continued to try and get a response from the woman.
Well, appearances could be deceiving and dead for Ascended wasn't quite the same thing as dead for everyone else. Or at least, it wasn't always. Cursing under his breath, he raised the knife he held in his free hand. Without hesitation this time, he sliced his wrist. Dropping the blade, he cupped her cheek with one free hand as he pressed his now fluid-seeping wrist to her lips. "Come on, come on, come on, drink damn it, drink."
Well, appearances could be deceiving and dead for Ascended wasn't quite the same thing as dead for everyone else. Or at least, it wasn't always. Cursing under his breath, he raised the knife he held in his free hand. Without hesitation this time, he sliced his wrist. Dropping the blade, he cupped her cheek with one free hand as he pressed his now fluid-seeping wrist to her lips. "Come on, come on, come on, drink damn it, drink."
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
