OLIVER
The silence between the two was eerie and unsettling. Oliver had seen what the events of Fiat Lux had done to people like Sunjata and Loren, but he had somehow assumed Amun would've been okay. That the man would be just as chipper as normal. So, despite his anger towards the man, Oliver worried a bit and almost missed that obnoxiously flirty side of Amun.
Oliver's eyes followed Amun as he made his way around the room, gathering up paint and materials before he made his way over to a canvas. Glancing down at his own paper, he tapped the pencil against it. "I'm drawing baskets...you know, that way I have an idea before I try to make it." Quick and straight to the point, seeing as Amun was preoccupied...with something. Amun didn't have any ideas in mind, but he at least he knew he was going to paint apparently.
"Um...you can join me if you'd like? Also...I have some paints if you want them. They're not here, but I can leave them here the next time I visit." Where the fuck did that last part come from? Dang, Oliver.
Oliver's eyes followed Amun as he made his way around the room, gathering up paint and materials before he made his way over to a canvas. Glancing down at his own paper, he tapped the pencil against it. "I'm drawing baskets...you know, that way I have an idea before I try to make it." Quick and straight to the point, seeing as Amun was preoccupied...with something. Amun didn't have any ideas in mind, but he at least he knew he was going to paint apparently.
"Um...you can join me if you'd like? Also...I have some paints if you want them. They're not here, but I can leave them here the next time I visit." Where the fuck did that last part come from? Dang, Oliver.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
