my whole life is mine, but whoever says so will deprive me,
for it is infinite.
Amun sighed. Batting his eyes at Aisha, he pouted, whole body drooping a bit as he did. "Even if I name my sword love?" The corners of his eyes crinkled at that truly terrible joke.
Eying the weapons rack, he walked back and forth for a long while. Then he reached out and lifted a sword mostly from the pommel, letting it dangle from his hands. "Might as well lose in style since I'm going to lose," he quipped.
Moving towards a clear space, he hoisted the sword, gripping it with both hands, feet shuffling under him. "So uh, how do I hold it? And stand and stuff?"
Eying the weapons rack, he walked back and forth for a long while. Then he reached out and lifted a sword mostly from the pommel, letting it dangle from his hands. "Might as well lose in style since I'm going to lose," he quipped.
Moving towards a clear space, he hoisted the sword, gripping it with both hands, feet shuffling under him. "So uh, how do I hold it? And stand and stuff?"
by being moved I exert my empire,
making the dreams of night real
AMUN
