OLIVER
Just as Loren allowed him to release the brick, it fell to the ground with a thud. It had been hard for Oliver to keep it up that long, absolutely. Lifting it up briefly was one thing, but holding it up for a long time had proven to be challenging.
And on that note: What the actual fuck.
Oliver was a bit distracted by trying to process everything. His body was trembling and his heart was pounding. He felt as though he could throw up at any minute. It was a lot to take in, absolutely. Slowly, he turned to look at Loren, his eyes filled with fear. Not directed towards Loren, of course.
To hear Loren utter the word. Abandoned. It sent shudders down his spine. Made him feel even worse. His face was pale and all he could do was look at the other man. As reassuring and calming as his voice was, it did little to soothe the feelings building up inside the young man. The gods would never respond to him, it wasn't just a fluke before. Of course, he'd still leave offerings to show his appreciation, but never would he receive a response.
It hurt.
"No." His voice was quiet, filled with fear. It was shaky and minimal. He wanted to avoid thinking about it. Maybe if he had a useful ability, to be able to create things at will, he may feel better, but no. There were so many other thoughts ramming into him. How was he going to learn how to handle it, how was he going to avoid hurting others, what did this mean about his relationships with others.
Taking a deep, but shaky breath, Oliver spoke up once more. This time he tried to sound brave, but it was obvious that he was far from it. "I thought I was just nor- an Accepted. I mean, I came and I didn't do any magic abilities. I couldn't create anything and that was that. I never tried to do that, fuck I didn't even really know that was it's own thing." Sure, he had seen Remi lift a teacup, but he was a bit too distracted by the other abilities the man had. As well, he had only just arrived, other things that been plaguing his mind in that instant.
Would Loren be mad at him for being so ignorant? Being so unaware?
And on that note: What the actual fuck.
Oliver was a bit distracted by trying to process everything. His body was trembling and his heart was pounding. He felt as though he could throw up at any minute. It was a lot to take in, absolutely. Slowly, he turned to look at Loren, his eyes filled with fear. Not directed towards Loren, of course.
To hear Loren utter the word. Abandoned. It sent shudders down his spine. Made him feel even worse. His face was pale and all he could do was look at the other man. As reassuring and calming as his voice was, it did little to soothe the feelings building up inside the young man. The gods would never respond to him, it wasn't just a fluke before. Of course, he'd still leave offerings to show his appreciation, but never would he receive a response.
It hurt.
"No." His voice was quiet, filled with fear. It was shaky and minimal. He wanted to avoid thinking about it. Maybe if he had a useful ability, to be able to create things at will, he may feel better, but no. There were so many other thoughts ramming into him. How was he going to learn how to handle it, how was he going to avoid hurting others, what did this mean about his relationships with others.
Taking a deep, but shaky breath, Oliver spoke up once more. This time he tried to sound brave, but it was obvious that he was far from it. "I thought I was just nor- an Accepted. I mean, I came and I didn't do any magic abilities. I couldn't create anything and that was that. I never tried to do that, fuck I didn't even really know that was it's own thing." Sure, he had seen Remi lift a teacup, but he was a bit too distracted by the other abilities the man had. As well, he had only just arrived, other things that been plaguing his mind in that instant.
Would Loren be mad at him for being so ignorant? Being so unaware?
i saw that my life
was a vast glowing empty page
and i could do anything i wanted
