OLIVER
When Oliver had set out to train, he didn't imagine that he'd fuck up one of his only 'friendships' he had formed since coming here. He wasn't exactly sure what he and Amun were, but whatever it was, he had ruined it and god damn did he feel like an absolute asshole over it. Loren had told him that his abilities and magic were a good thing. That they were a blessing, but right now he felt cursed. If a god came up to him right now and told him that they could take away his magic to reverse any bad relationships that had formed since he arrived: he'd immediately take their offer and give up all his magic.
His journey back to the manor was slow and miserable, however, he was soon surprised to see that some stalls were still open. Rather than going back home to lay in bed awake all night, Oliver chose to do something even better: drink. Giving up a bag he had carried with him, Oliver got in exchange two bottles of whiskey. It wasn't his favorite bag, but he'd most likely regret it in the morning. Oh well. Only regret he had right now was ever trying to use his magic in the presence of others.
Sitting himself down in a clearing, Oliver uncorked one of the bottles of whiskey and took a long swig, coughing a big as he did so. Oh whiskey, Oliver's new best friend.
His journey back to the manor was slow and miserable, however, he was soon surprised to see that some stalls were still open. Rather than going back home to lay in bed awake all night, Oliver chose to do something even better: drink. Giving up a bag he had carried with him, Oliver got in exchange two bottles of whiskey. It wasn't his favorite bag, but he'd most likely regret it in the morning. Oh well. Only regret he had right now was ever trying to use his magic in the presence of others.
Sitting himself down in a clearing, Oliver uncorked one of the bottles of whiskey and took a long swig, coughing a big as he did so. Oh whiskey, Oliver's new best friend.
a disaster!
a massive mess
trying to not die
