OLIVER
There was a playful eyeroll and Oliver shook his head. "Okay...maybe you and him do have a decently sexy accent, maybe." He didn't want to feed Remi too many compliments. Oliver was far more of a fan of a nicer voice than a fancy accent, really. "Well, maybe I could try telling Aoife a couple of stories someday, who knows. I cant really think of any right now...but someday I'll have some to tell." It was a small offer, really. He wanted to help Remi out as much as he could, even if it meant just telling Aoife a story.
With a small nod, Oliver made sure to commit to memory the name Amalia. "I'll certainly try to find her, then." It was a small promise to both Remi and himself. He wanted guidance on how to best deal with the gods, especially when he wanted to go back to the shrine for a specific purpose that wasn't leaving offerings.
Oliver didn't mind Remi looking at his tattoo. After all, there wasn't anything bad about it. He was simple asking for a second opinion or maybe to see if it sparked anything inside of Remi. There wasn't anything wrong with Remi looking at his tattoo. "I...I'm not entirely sure? I seem to remember that it was a bit painful, yeah. I do know that they can be done with needles, but I'm not one hundred percent sure how mine was done. Unlike the last time they spoke about his lapses in memory, Oliver wasn't bothered by this. He didn't seem sad that he couldn't remember anything, more like he was in deep thought, considering everything in his answers. Oliver had accepted his position and was clearly trying his best to live his best life, now far more optimistic than before.
At the mention of being by the sea, Oliver froze for a moment. Clearly lost in some sort of thoughts, making a couple of faces, one of surprise and one of slight happiness. This was how lots of his memories tended to come back to him. Someone would say something which would bring back some sort of memory or concept. It was a bit alarming at times, but he welcomed it with open arms. "You know...I think I also lived by the sea...I think the rose was meant to represent an actual rose...but I do think I did live by the sea. I can remember getting excited when particular shipments would arrive...or going by the docks to watch the things that would arrive. I don't remember what they looked like, but I do remember going to see them." There were a couple of pauses thrown in as he tried to work through the memory, contemplating every piece. It was a lot, but it was progress for sure.
There were flashes of him hurriedly racing through the alleyways and streets with normally someone else. Who? He had no idea. But he could remember the excitement and thrill of seeing what had come next. Him wanting to get there as soon as possible to see what had arrived.
With a small nod, Oliver made sure to commit to memory the name Amalia. "I'll certainly try to find her, then." It was a small promise to both Remi and himself. He wanted guidance on how to best deal with the gods, especially when he wanted to go back to the shrine for a specific purpose that wasn't leaving offerings.
Oliver didn't mind Remi looking at his tattoo. After all, there wasn't anything bad about it. He was simple asking for a second opinion or maybe to see if it sparked anything inside of Remi. There wasn't anything wrong with Remi looking at his tattoo. "I...I'm not entirely sure? I seem to remember that it was a bit painful, yeah. I do know that they can be done with needles, but I'm not one hundred percent sure how mine was done. Unlike the last time they spoke about his lapses in memory, Oliver wasn't bothered by this. He didn't seem sad that he couldn't remember anything, more like he was in deep thought, considering everything in his answers. Oliver had accepted his position and was clearly trying his best to live his best life, now far more optimistic than before.
At the mention of being by the sea, Oliver froze for a moment. Clearly lost in some sort of thoughts, making a couple of faces, one of surprise and one of slight happiness. This was how lots of his memories tended to come back to him. Someone would say something which would bring back some sort of memory or concept. It was a bit alarming at times, but he welcomed it with open arms. "You know...I think I also lived by the sea...I think the rose was meant to represent an actual rose...but I do think I did live by the sea. I can remember getting excited when particular shipments would arrive...or going by the docks to watch the things that would arrive. I don't remember what they looked like, but I do remember going to see them." There were a couple of pauses thrown in as he tried to work through the memory, contemplating every piece. It was a lot, but it was progress for sure.
There were flashes of him hurriedly racing through the alleyways and streets with normally someone else. Who? He had no idea. But he could remember the excitement and thrill of seeing what had come next. Him wanting to get there as soon as possible to see what had arrived.
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