OLIVER
LongNight was shit.
Oliver officially decided it. He had tried to be optimistic before, looking at it as an opportunity to find things for him to do, make new friends, or literally ANYTHING! He really should've listened to Loren before. As much as he had prepared by reading, nothing could've prepared him for how emotionally taxing everything was.
He thought he was making good decisions, that things were going well. Then he saw Bastien injured. When he had almost killed the man by being stubborn and refusing to allow the man in. If Ezra hadn't done anything, Oliver would've been the sole reason why the man had died. To imagine he was once invited to join his guild and now he's guilty for almost killing him. Not to mention what it felt like to be stuck inside for hours and days without ever seeing sunlight. Knowing that killer monsters were outdoors and how anyone could die.
So many thoughts and emotions coursed through him. Guilt, stressed, pent up emotion, loneliness. He didn't want to be alone. He wanted to be outside with the sun beating down on him. Oliver would take snow above any of this.
Pacing didn't seem to help and nobody was here to talk to him. So that really left him with only one option. After grabbing one of the biggest bottles of alcohol he could find, Oliver then took a solid thirty minutes just to find a very quiet and secluded corner. Settling himself down on the cold ground, he leaned his back into the corner and uncorked the bottle before taking a swig. The taste was bitter, causing him to shudder, but then again he was going to take anything that'd make him feel numb.
Oliver officially decided it. He had tried to be optimistic before, looking at it as an opportunity to find things for him to do, make new friends, or literally ANYTHING! He really should've listened to Loren before. As much as he had prepared by reading, nothing could've prepared him for how emotionally taxing everything was.
He thought he was making good decisions, that things were going well. Then he saw Bastien injured. When he had almost killed the man by being stubborn and refusing to allow the man in. If Ezra hadn't done anything, Oliver would've been the sole reason why the man had died. To imagine he was once invited to join his guild and now he's guilty for almost killing him. Not to mention what it felt like to be stuck inside for hours and days without ever seeing sunlight. Knowing that killer monsters were outdoors and how anyone could die.
So many thoughts and emotions coursed through him. Guilt, stressed, pent up emotion, loneliness. He didn't want to be alone. He wanted to be outside with the sun beating down on him. Oliver would take snow above any of this.
Pacing didn't seem to help and nobody was here to talk to him. So that really left him with only one option. After grabbing one of the biggest bottles of alcohol he could find, Oliver then took a solid thirty minutes just to find a very quiet and secluded corner. Settling himself down on the cold ground, he leaned his back into the corner and uncorked the bottle before taking a swig. The taste was bitter, causing him to shudder, but then again he was going to take anything that'd make him feel numb.
a disaster!
a massive mess
trying to not die
