OLIVER
"Yeah, Bastien!" Guess there weren't too many people with Italian accents. It's actually kinda funny, now that Oliver thought of it, that two people from completely different worlds could have similar accents. Bastien spoke about being from Venice and Remi hadn't mentioned anything about it, speaking instead about what sounded like an entirely different world. "I'd love some honest opinions on which of us has the best accent. Maybe we have accents that fit different purposes? Like mine is sexier and yours is very nice for reading stories." He winked at the other man and tried to hold back some laughter, but pretty much failed. It was nice to joke around like this, especially after the events of LongNight. It made him feel relaxed and at peace.
Oliver frowned at the stories of the gods, hearing what horrors they could do. He had heard of all of the good things, so to know that all of them, minus Safrin, had seemingly done something to ruin someone's life? Damn. It was hard to accept. "I hear you loud and clear...I'll do my best to respect them, leave them offerings and stuff...but I'll also try to be careful. I know that Ludo isn't someone I should go to in search of my old memories...I already tried to pray to Safrin, but that didn't go too well. I'll just continue to leave offerings for all of them." Oliver wasn't sure how much he trusted Frey now. By the looks of it, Safrin seemed like his best bet when asking for anything. The last thing he wanted was to forget the only people who mattered to him or to be incapable of being happy around those very few people. Oliver had so few people he felt safe around, so few people who made him feel happy. He didn't want to lose them, no matter what.
"If we weren't outside, I'd show you them...actually." Oliver rolled up his sleeve to reveal a very simplistic compass. "Here's the compass, the other two are a bit harder to show you." He didn't mind showing others his tattoos. They were beautiful and a part of him.
"Why does the rose make you think of nautical stuff?" Maybe it'd be the key to unlocking his memories?
Oliver frowned at the stories of the gods, hearing what horrors they could do. He had heard of all of the good things, so to know that all of them, minus Safrin, had seemingly done something to ruin someone's life? Damn. It was hard to accept. "I hear you loud and clear...I'll do my best to respect them, leave them offerings and stuff...but I'll also try to be careful. I know that Ludo isn't someone I should go to in search of my old memories...I already tried to pray to Safrin, but that didn't go too well. I'll just continue to leave offerings for all of them." Oliver wasn't sure how much he trusted Frey now. By the looks of it, Safrin seemed like his best bet when asking for anything. The last thing he wanted was to forget the only people who mattered to him or to be incapable of being happy around those very few people. Oliver had so few people he felt safe around, so few people who made him feel happy. He didn't want to lose them, no matter what.
"If we weren't outside, I'd show you them...actually." Oliver rolled up his sleeve to reveal a very simplistic compass. "Here's the compass, the other two are a bit harder to show you." He didn't mind showing others his tattoos. They were beautiful and a part of him.
"Why does the rose make you think of nautical stuff?" Maybe it'd be the key to unlocking his memories?
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