full moon rising on the waters of my soul
Cocking his head to one side Amun felt his eyes narrow. "The Voice never asked me to do anything I wasn't individually comfortable with. And she has always freely given her fluid without strings attached." Pausing, he fixed Sam with as piercing a look as the potter could muster. "So how is what she asks any different from what the old gods ask their followers to do?" He spread his arms, palms up.
As the redhead continued, Amun smirked. "Wessex stabbed me too. She's a violent person, she is. But we're both still here so it couldn't have been that bad." Placing his hands on his hips he regarded the other Ascended steadily. "So that's two. Have the rest of us ever given you any reason to worry?" Sighing, Amun shook his head.
Rolling his eyes, he unexpectedly grinned. "You idiot." Chuckling, he dropped his hands and headed towards a peg on the wall that held an apron. "All I want is for the Ascended to get along. With me, and with each other. So yes, I would very much like this to be the start of a relationship. Call it a friendship or family bonding or whatever you like. And don't worry, I don't bite." He winked. "Unless you want me to."
Taking the apron down he tossed it at Sam. "Come on then. Tell me what you want to make." The potter gestured for the redhead to follow Amun towards the workstation in the corner.
As the redhead continued, Amun smirked. "Wessex stabbed me too. She's a violent person, she is. But we're both still here so it couldn't have been that bad." Placing his hands on his hips he regarded the other Ascended steadily. "So that's two. Have the rest of us ever given you any reason to worry?" Sighing, Amun shook his head.
Rolling his eyes, he unexpectedly grinned. "You idiot." Chuckling, he dropped his hands and headed towards a peg on the wall that held an apron. "All I want is for the Ascended to get along. With me, and with each other. So yes, I would very much like this to be the start of a relationship. Call it a friendship or family bonding or whatever you like. And don't worry, I don't bite." He winked. "Unless you want me to."
Taking the apron down he tossed it at Sam. "Come on then. Tell me what you want to make." The potter gestured for the redhead to follow Amun towards the workstation in the corner.
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