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Amun fell from the sky? No, Wessex didn’t know that. But he has her attention now, intrigue bubbling up from a sickness-fueled well of distraction. “Before before?” she asks, turning towards him. Amun’s past is… not one of her strong points. There’s the boat bit. Aaaaand the pottery thing. Aaaaand he’s mostly gay. A sorry gathering of facts for the guy who’s stood by her side, and she gnaws absnetly at her lip, all rage at Safrin forgotten (for now). “Clothes are dumb, we don’t need them anyway.”
Sitting down in the grass, the most uninterested voyeur waits until he either stops or removes everything. Leaning back on one hand and running the other through the grass, she can almost, almost feel it again. Gods it was so soft… wet at night. Felt great on her feet. “Tell me about the old Amun?” A little sing-songy, a little drowsy, there’s no party here right now unless they're about to go on a trip.
Sitting down in the grass, the most uninterested voyeur waits until he either stops or removes everything. Leaning back on one hand and running the other through the grass, she can almost, almost feel it again. Gods it was so soft… wet at night. Felt great on her feet. “Tell me about the old Amun?” A little sing-songy, a little drowsy, there’s no party here right now unless they're about to go on a trip.
WESSEX
