OLIVER
A small smile emerges on Oliver's lips. "Yeah, a grump is a very fitting word for Loren... it's weird, though. He can also be so kind and sweet and... I don't know. It's kind of like he's a turtle who constantly hides away." Oliver would continue to try and be respectful of Loren, maintaining the boundaries set and understand that Loren isn't affectionate. A smile is just something that he probably wont ever see on the other man's face.
With a nod, Oliver leans forward ever so slightly. "Yeah! The guild is fantastic. I mean, there's so many different opportunities. Bastien has tons of supplies for us and well, we can just be ourselves. It's great....really, it is." Hopefully Harper would get a bit more into art, maybe the man could take up painting or something. For now, Harper could just continue to perform and maybe someday be a model for the guild, it'd certainly be a fitting role. "It sucks that I kind of wanted to join his guild...but it's weird to join a guild where I'll be frowned upon for which god I chose to go with... he's great, really, but he can also be so....stubborn." Oliver hadn't realized he had a small biased against the Voice, but never would he actually tell someone to never speak to her in their life. That was just a recipe for disaster.
The blonde watched Harper for any kind of reaction to his plight and luckily, the man wasn't laughing at him. Maybe if Harper didn't hate him for this, things would be okay. It was honestly a bit awkward to talk about it, especially seeing as his friend probably didn't want an in depth description of his dick. "Trust me...apologizing probably won't work, nor will going to Safrin...Gods, just imagine her reaction." He shook his head and let out a soft sigh. Nibbling on his lip, Oliver briefly glanced down at Harper's own lips for a brief second before returning back to the other man's eyes. "This wont stop me from being romantic or affectionate, trust me... I'm just worried that others will think less of me... that someone who I love will see what has happened to me and..." His voice trailed off and he averted his eyes ever so slightly. The rest went unspoken, but it was most likely obvious why Oliver was worried or to him it was. If Harper really and truly wanted to know what happened, he'd be honest and straight forward, but until then he didn't see any reason to be that open. It was uncalled for to force such a thing on his friend.
Harper didn't completely hate him, seeing as he was now receiving some scratches exactly where he wanted. Leaning into the touch, the little fox closed his eyes and tilted his head ever so slightly. It felt great and he truly did miss this kind of contact and affection from another person.
With a nod, Oliver leans forward ever so slightly. "Yeah! The guild is fantastic. I mean, there's so many different opportunities. Bastien has tons of supplies for us and well, we can just be ourselves. It's great....really, it is." Hopefully Harper would get a bit more into art, maybe the man could take up painting or something. For now, Harper could just continue to perform and maybe someday be a model for the guild, it'd certainly be a fitting role. "It sucks that I kind of wanted to join his guild...but it's weird to join a guild where I'll be frowned upon for which god I chose to go with... he's great, really, but he can also be so....stubborn." Oliver hadn't realized he had a small biased against the Voice, but never would he actually tell someone to never speak to her in their life. That was just a recipe for disaster.
The blonde watched Harper for any kind of reaction to his plight and luckily, the man wasn't laughing at him. Maybe if Harper didn't hate him for this, things would be okay. It was honestly a bit awkward to talk about it, especially seeing as his friend probably didn't want an in depth description of his dick. "Trust me...apologizing probably won't work, nor will going to Safrin...Gods, just imagine her reaction." He shook his head and let out a soft sigh. Nibbling on his lip, Oliver briefly glanced down at Harper's own lips for a brief second before returning back to the other man's eyes. "This wont stop me from being romantic or affectionate, trust me... I'm just worried that others will think less of me... that someone who I love will see what has happened to me and..." His voice trailed off and he averted his eyes ever so slightly. The rest went unspoken, but it was most likely obvious why Oliver was worried or to him it was. If Harper really and truly wanted to know what happened, he'd be honest and straight forward, but until then he didn't see any reason to be that open. It was uncalled for to force such a thing on his friend.
Harper didn't completely hate him, seeing as he was now receiving some scratches exactly where he wanted. Leaning into the touch, the little fox closed his eyes and tilted his head ever so slightly. It felt great and he truly did miss this kind of contact and affection from another person.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
