and yes i've been changing. for me, not for you
The forge has seen some minor updates!
A small wall was built: just some plywood supported up. It wasn’t anything fancy but it almost formed a storage area, which was what Oliver used it for. Not very big but large enough to store his tools on some shelves and to have a chest at the bottom.
That’s actually where Oliver was, humming quietly to himself. The forge was normally very quiet, maybe some music player would be nice... but could he even get one here? He wasn’t sure. His old home had lovely music boxes, but it felt impossible in this world.
A familiar voice, one he had been missing, called his name. His eyes widen and a smile slowly spreads across his face. ”Henry?” It’s quiet and almost as if he believes it could be fake.
Standing on up, he peered around the wood and looked at the man. His smile grows somewhat and his eyes flutter, his heart skipping a beat. ”Im so happy it got to you! Thank you for coming.”
Like any good owner, Oliver moved to approach the man before his smile slowly faded. Tilting his head to the side, he frowned somewhat. ”Hows about a drink? And um... we can chat about what’s on your mind?” Oliver had been clearly thrown off. His entire demeanor had shifted- to one of happiness and even some clear infatuation to worry and a desire to be nurturing.
A small wall was built: just some plywood supported up. It wasn’t anything fancy but it almost formed a storage area, which was what Oliver used it for. Not very big but large enough to store his tools on some shelves and to have a chest at the bottom.
That’s actually where Oliver was, humming quietly to himself. The forge was normally very quiet, maybe some music player would be nice... but could he even get one here? He wasn’t sure. His old home had lovely music boxes, but it felt impossible in this world.
A familiar voice, one he had been missing, called his name. His eyes widen and a smile slowly spreads across his face. ”Henry?” It’s quiet and almost as if he believes it could be fake.
Standing on up, he peered around the wood and looked at the man. His smile grows somewhat and his eyes flutter, his heart skipping a beat. ”Im so happy it got to you! Thank you for coming.”
Like any good owner, Oliver moved to approach the man before his smile slowly faded. Tilting his head to the side, he frowned somewhat. ”Hows about a drink? And um... we can chat about what’s on your mind?” Oliver had been clearly thrown off. His entire demeanor had shifted- to one of happiness and even some clear infatuation to worry and a desire to be nurturing.
smile for the camera, it's just a shot in the dark
