OLIVER
The creature was intriguing. He officially decided that he'd ask to pet it once things calmed down. Maybe that could be saved, once again, for when Abasi wasn't there. No way did Abasi want to waste time watching Oliver ask stupid questions about the gods and ask to pet a cute little pink...thing.
Phoebe's words didn't reassure him, unfortunately. There was confusion in his voice and he spoke slowly. Like he was trying to comprehend the idea of Phoebe being correct. "But I don't understand...so many people I know have super deep connections to the gods. It seems like less of a blessing and more of just being good enough for them..." Perhaps he just wasn't good enough for them to show up. Why would a god show up for a blonde haired freak who couldn't even remember what his favorite color was?
Oliver shook his head and continued on with speaking. He sounded sure of himself, like this was the answer to why he had been ignored. "There has to be something wrong with what I did." Or wrong with me. "I even went with someone who was fucking kissed by a god...and they still ignored us. There's more than just them being free...either I'm not good enough or I didn't bring good enough of an offering." Oliver couldn't realize how egotistical and narcissistic he was being at this time.
Turning to look at Abasi he frowned. "Sorry for that...and I'm sorry about you know, the gods disliking the abandoned. If it makes you feel any better, I have no magic and I'm still ignored." Was it a joke? Oliver's voice wouldn't show it. He sounded more awkward when he said it, uncomfortable that he wasn't good enough for them. He already had no memory so it hurt even more to know that the gods hated him. Not to mention he was extremely useless.
Turning to look at Phoebe, there was still a frown on his face. "Do you think...someday a god will come to me? How do I know if it's good enough?" By the sound of his voice, it was obvious there was more Oliver wanted to ask, but that was for a different time. Abasi didn't need to hear about his memory problems or what exactly he desired from the gods.
"And what do Abasi and I do for the time being?" Oliver wasn't sure about Abasi, but he knew he himself was useless. All Oliver wanted was something he could do. To be told he had his place in life.
Phoebe's words didn't reassure him, unfortunately. There was confusion in his voice and he spoke slowly. Like he was trying to comprehend the idea of Phoebe being correct. "But I don't understand...so many people I know have super deep connections to the gods. It seems like less of a blessing and more of just being good enough for them..." Perhaps he just wasn't good enough for them to show up. Why would a god show up for a blonde haired freak who couldn't even remember what his favorite color was?
Oliver shook his head and continued on with speaking. He sounded sure of himself, like this was the answer to why he had been ignored. "There has to be something wrong with what I did." Or wrong with me. "I even went with someone who was fucking kissed by a god...and they still ignored us. There's more than just them being free...either I'm not good enough or I didn't bring good enough of an offering." Oliver couldn't realize how egotistical and narcissistic he was being at this time.
Turning to look at Abasi he frowned. "Sorry for that...and I'm sorry about you know, the gods disliking the abandoned. If it makes you feel any better, I have no magic and I'm still ignored." Was it a joke? Oliver's voice wouldn't show it. He sounded more awkward when he said it, uncomfortable that he wasn't good enough for them. He already had no memory so it hurt even more to know that the gods hated him. Not to mention he was extremely useless.
Turning to look at Phoebe, there was still a frown on his face. "Do you think...someday a god will come to me? How do I know if it's good enough?" By the sound of his voice, it was obvious there was more Oliver wanted to ask, but that was for a different time. Abasi didn't need to hear about his memory problems or what exactly he desired from the gods.
"And what do Abasi and I do for the time being?" Oliver wasn't sure about Abasi, but he knew he himself was useless. All Oliver wanted was something he could do. To be told he had his place in life.
a disaster!
a massive mess
trying to not die
