OLIVER
A deep hum of thought. "I wonder when they will stop aging, in that case... did the Voice mention that at all?" The Voice was not someone liked, not at all. He's never really been a fan of her and so far, nothing has happened to make him any better. Despite this, he tried to avoid showing it in his voice, remaining calm and centered as he asked about the goddess. His problems with the goddess were not related to the Ascended individuals and he saw no point in ever mentioning them to really anyone.
His eyes widened and he leaned closer towards Bastien. "You... made your own clothes? Really?" It wasn't a total surprise, but it did catch Oliver off guard. It was a small piece of Bastien's history that Oliver didn't know. It was always fascinating to learn about the past lives of the Outlanders; there were always small surprising things to keep him going. "I understand where you're coming from... my mom or older sister taught me how to sew- or maybe it was a grandma... either way, I helped to patch up clothes and make basic stuff." It was far from fancy, but Oliver knew exactly what Bastien was talking about.
Without arguing, Oliver passed the infant back on over to Bastien. A huff of laughter and Oliver shakes his head. "Man... just a lot of thinking and shit, you know? Plus, I haven't really allowed myself to slow down and fuck is it taking a toll on me... hardly had the time to do art or really anything just for fun." It was all about working or taking care of the manor or trying to get business. Oliver loved his work and helping others, but he was growing so tired and all he wanted was to relax with someone with a nice drink in hand. "I guess I just wanted a night off... and I know you're someone who I like spending time with." Bastien was a kind individual and he seemed to help Oliver feel calm. It was a nice feeling and he had missed his time with the artist.
His eyes widened and he leaned closer towards Bastien. "You... made your own clothes? Really?" It wasn't a total surprise, but it did catch Oliver off guard. It was a small piece of Bastien's history that Oliver didn't know. It was always fascinating to learn about the past lives of the Outlanders; there were always small surprising things to keep him going. "I understand where you're coming from... my mom or older sister taught me how to sew- or maybe it was a grandma... either way, I helped to patch up clothes and make basic stuff." It was far from fancy, but Oliver knew exactly what Bastien was talking about.
Without arguing, Oliver passed the infant back on over to Bastien. A huff of laughter and Oliver shakes his head. "Man... just a lot of thinking and shit, you know? Plus, I haven't really allowed myself to slow down and fuck is it taking a toll on me... hardly had the time to do art or really anything just for fun." It was all about working or taking care of the manor or trying to get business. Oliver loved his work and helping others, but he was growing so tired and all he wanted was to relax with someone with a nice drink in hand. "I guess I just wanted a night off... and I know you're someone who I like spending time with." Bastien was a kind individual and he seemed to help Oliver feel calm. It was a nice feeling and he had missed his time with the artist.
i saw that my life
was a vast glowing empty page
and i could do anything i wanted
