You make my heart shake bend and break
His lips crease into a frown. "The ascended... right?" That's all that needs to be said if that's the case. He can only guess that she dealt with the same thing... otherwise, what the fuck did Amalia do wrong?
Melita is worried and he understands. "If I see him, I'll find a way to help you get to him... okay? I know what this is like- or I can imagine... I know you'll find him. I'm sure he's fine." Oliver absolutely wasn't sure, but he should at least try to stay optimistic.
When Melita explained what she was doing, Oliver gave a nod of understanding. "Of course... I should do the same, honestly." A hum of thought and Oliver fishes into his pockets. Unfortunately, he doesn't have much, just a few rocks. "I guess this'll have to do." There's a small frown, knowing this is nothing like the rest of his offerings. Safrin deserves so much better and he can only hope he will be able to give her something up to par before he falls into the depths again.
Tossing them into the ocean, he stares out for a moment. "I really hope she knows what's going on... I hope any of the gods do..." He cant even say for sure if he spoke to her. He has zero memory of doing so, but how well can he trust his memories?
Her words of reassurance are kind, but when he looks back at her, the sadness is obvious in his eyes and face. "I really hope you're right... It's just scary, you know? Any day now I'm going to fall asleep and that's it... I won't be able to go back to normal. I cant even remember most of what happened, but I know how terrified I was." Melita didn't seem to get sick, by the sound of it, which is good. It makes him happy to know less people were suffering than he originally thought.
"I just hope that someone will be willing to help me when I need it, you know? Make sure I eat or drink or- something." Oliver knew he had lost weight, it was obvious to really anyone that got a good look at him. He hadn't bathed nor taken good care of himself at all. It was awful and he hated how it made him feel.
Melita is worried and he understands. "If I see him, I'll find a way to help you get to him... okay? I know what this is like- or I can imagine... I know you'll find him. I'm sure he's fine." Oliver absolutely wasn't sure, but he should at least try to stay optimistic.
When Melita explained what she was doing, Oliver gave a nod of understanding. "Of course... I should do the same, honestly." A hum of thought and Oliver fishes into his pockets. Unfortunately, he doesn't have much, just a few rocks. "I guess this'll have to do." There's a small frown, knowing this is nothing like the rest of his offerings. Safrin deserves so much better and he can only hope he will be able to give her something up to par before he falls into the depths again.
Tossing them into the ocean, he stares out for a moment. "I really hope she knows what's going on... I hope any of the gods do..." He cant even say for sure if he spoke to her. He has zero memory of doing so, but how well can he trust his memories?
Her words of reassurance are kind, but when he looks back at her, the sadness is obvious in his eyes and face. "I really hope you're right... It's just scary, you know? Any day now I'm going to fall asleep and that's it... I won't be able to go back to normal. I cant even remember most of what happened, but I know how terrified I was." Melita didn't seem to get sick, by the sound of it, which is good. It makes him happy to know less people were suffering than he originally thought.
"I just hope that someone will be willing to help me when I need it, you know? Make sure I eat or drink or- something." Oliver knew he had lost weight, it was obvious to really anyone that got a good look at him. He hadn't bathed nor taken good care of himself at all. It was awful and he hated how it made him feel.
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