OLIVER
Gods was it hard to talk to Deimos. Not only did he feel like he was talking to a brick wall, but a very angry and judgy brick wall. He felt like the man was staring into his soul, able to tell whether he was telling the truth or not. It brought out a new side to him and made him reconsider every single little thing he wanted to say. Did he truly think it? Was it actually smart to say it? Nothing Deimos said was easy to respond to. Nothing at all. "I mean....you all are just so much more prepared. You guys know how to fight, you have jobs and careers and places in life...I don't. So it makes sense that some people may be mad at me for wasting any magic on something that doesn't help in the same way....only Bastien would really appreciate it, probably." That much was true, or at least in his eyes it was. Bastien would appreciate the art, but everyone else? They might think he was wasting his magic.
Letting out a sigh, he craned his neck to stare up at the ceiling, clearly struggling to maintain eye contact. Deimos was right in many ways and he was starting to calm down, see that he wasn't cursed and that maybe things would be alright. It was just hard to admit how wrong he was. "Am I allowed to come whenever I want? As long as someone else isn't already here?" He said as he turned to look back at Deimos. He wanted to get better, so maybe he'd try coming here to practice. Away from anyone's eyes but Deimos'.
Letting out a sigh, he craned his neck to stare up at the ceiling, clearly struggling to maintain eye contact. Deimos was right in many ways and he was starting to calm down, see that he wasn't cursed and that maybe things would be alright. It was just hard to admit how wrong he was. "Am I allowed to come whenever I want? As long as someone else isn't already here?" He said as he turned to look back at Deimos. He wanted to get better, so maybe he'd try coming here to practice. Away from anyone's eyes but Deimos'.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
