and this old world is a new world

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best With a grin that matched the mischief in his own gaze, the Voice extended a wrist towards him, her opposing hand reaching for the back of his head to guide him towards her. It hadn't been long since she'd last seen him and refuelled him in this way, but there was no harm in a bit of a top-up. "There are things to come, Amun. Things of which I cannot speak of now, but soon..." She whispered softly against the dark smattering of his hair.