I truly loved you
The best way to let go of another LongNight is alcohol.
First LongNight, Oliver drank his tiny heart out, getting so drunk that he pretty much passed out on Sunjata. This go around, this went a lot differently. For one, he was in a much better headspace in general. As well, he had his own room. Oh such a fucking blessing! Of course, the lack of monsters absolutely helped too... but so did having his own room. Many other things helped like Phoebe, Aisha.... Rance.
but then things went to hell.
He came home to find out... that Rexanna and Clemente had died...
Clem wasn't someone he was close to, but Oliver had spoke to him. The two did art together. The kid had such a fucking heart and he didn't deserve to die to the monsters-
And then Rexanna. Rexanna. The two weren't immensely close, but Oliver still saw her as a friend. She was so kind and sweet and anytime she entered a room it lit up. And Bastien- fuck. Oliver couldn't even think of how Bastien must be feeling...
Part of Oliver wanted to go and visit the Artist's home, but no. No. Instead, he visited the bar. All that lack of drinking was saving up for this moment where he rested on a chair, drinking an ale. Oliver didn't want to start out with anything too heavy, seeing as he had full plans of drinking until he knocked out. He wanted to at least have a little bit of time to think before that happened.
Korbin
First LongNight, Oliver drank his tiny heart out, getting so drunk that he pretty much passed out on Sunjata. This go around, this went a lot differently. For one, he was in a much better headspace in general. As well, he had his own room. Oh such a fucking blessing! Of course, the lack of monsters absolutely helped too... but so did having his own room. Many other things helped like Phoebe, Aisha.... Rance.
but then things went to hell.
He came home to find out... that Rexanna and Clemente had died...
Clem wasn't someone he was close to, but Oliver had spoke to him. The two did art together. The kid had such a fucking heart and he didn't deserve to die to the monsters-
And then Rexanna. Rexanna. The two weren't immensely close, but Oliver still saw her as a friend. She was so kind and sweet and anytime she entered a room it lit up. And Bastien- fuck. Oliver couldn't even think of how Bastien must be feeling...
Part of Oliver wanted to go and visit the Artist's home, but no. No. Instead, he visited the bar. All that lack of drinking was saving up for this moment where he rested on a chair, drinking an ale. Oliver didn't want to start out with anything too heavy, seeing as he had full plans of drinking until he knocked out. He wanted to at least have a little bit of time to think before that happened.
but now im walking away
OLIVER
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