Said to follow any dream
Be a puppet on a string
Be a puppet on a string
Amun found he couldn't pull his hand away from Maea. Staring at her, he began to tilt to one side as he lost himself in a haze of pleasure and diminishing fluid. Eventually, though, he registered that she'd released him. Blinking down at her, he shifted from kneeling into a cross-legged position.
Not responding for a moment, he just swayed back and forth where he sat. When he spoke, it was still in that breathy whisper. "In the flesh, sis." He let out a rattling chuckle. Putting some pressure against his wrist, he narrowed his eyes. "What...how? You're...you're alive." He leaned forward and twisted a bit so his side was resting against her, though without putting any pressure on her.
Not responding for a moment, he just swayed back and forth where he sat. When he spoke, it was still in that breathy whisper. "In the flesh, sis." He let out a rattling chuckle. Putting some pressure against his wrist, he narrowed his eyes. "What...how? You're...you're alive." He leaned forward and twisted a bit so his side was resting against her, though without putting any pressure on her.
Works for you but that isn't me
Amun
