OLIVER
Visiting shrines had become a consistent thing for Oliver now. Sometimes he wouldn't have any offerings and would just pray, however today he brought a fresh-baked loaf of cinnamon bread along with a bottle of alcohol. Afterwards, he decided to do some more exploring. He was dressed far less fancy today and in a more comfortable outfit, one ready for looking for something fun.
It's how he ended up in a new place, one that was completely unfamiliar and that he had only barely heard of. The Bone Bridge. It wasn't real bones, or so he heard. So he felt comfortable enough to go. Yeah, he probably shouldn't be going alone, but Oliver was in a very overconfident mood today. He felt like he looked sexy as hell in his relaxed outfit, he slept well, and life was going great.
Now, he wasn't quite confident enough to completely cross the bridge. Rather, he stood at the entrance. Oliver looked up and down the bridge and noticed some of the mud that he had come across so many times. In the holes of the bridge, the mud seemed to move on its own. If this had been the first time he saw it, he would've been afraid, but he was now extremely familiar, especially when he accidentally stepped in it before.
Squatting down, he reached forward and moved to pick up some of the mud in his fingers. Then, he did something weird as fuck: He started to try and draw a sunflower on the gray bottom of the bridge, curious to see if the mud could possibly come to use.
It's how he ended up in a new place, one that was completely unfamiliar and that he had only barely heard of. The Bone Bridge. It wasn't real bones, or so he heard. So he felt comfortable enough to go. Yeah, he probably shouldn't be going alone, but Oliver was in a very overconfident mood today. He felt like he looked sexy as hell in his relaxed outfit, he slept well, and life was going great.
Now, he wasn't quite confident enough to completely cross the bridge. Rather, he stood at the entrance. Oliver looked up and down the bridge and noticed some of the mud that he had come across so many times. In the holes of the bridge, the mud seemed to move on its own. If this had been the first time he saw it, he would've been afraid, but he was now extremely familiar, especially when he accidentally stepped in it before.
Squatting down, he reached forward and moved to pick up some of the mud in his fingers. Then, he did something weird as fuck: He started to try and draw a sunflower on the gray bottom of the bridge, curious to see if the mud could possibly come to use.
i just want my existance to be
more than trembling
more than trembling
