OLIVER
The anger that Oliver felt towards mud was very clearly valid because apparently it really had it out for him. What did it even have against him? It wasn't like the mud could hear how much he disliked it. Just picture it, mud gossiping and saying who to fuck with. All Oliver wanted to do was clean the inside of the building. He had people he needed to impress, Loren was in charge and he needed to prove to him that he was loyal. That he was helpful and shouldn't be evicted.
But no.
The mud gave him one massive middle finger. At first it wasn't too bad, he could deal with the stone being moved slightly, but then he turned around to see the materials going right back inside! He tried to grab some pieces of wood that were being carried back inside, only to hear faintly his name. Or maybe it wasn't his name. Oliver had a nasty habit of eavesdropping so anytime he heard his name, his attention was grabbed.
And turns out, they probably were talking about him. Once he had picked up some wood, he straightened back up only to be looking at Wessex. "Oh uh...hello Wessex." There was a nervous fit of laughter and he had a very awkward smile on his face. "The uh...okay I'm not crazy and it's not my magic, but the mud keeps carrying the materials back inside. I keep trying to clean them up but the mud wont let me." His voice said that he was uncomfortable and his eyes screamed help me. He was a mess, both emotionally and physically as there was mud on his arms, hands, and legs now.
But no.
The mud gave him one massive middle finger. At first it wasn't too bad, he could deal with the stone being moved slightly, but then he turned around to see the materials going right back inside! He tried to grab some pieces of wood that were being carried back inside, only to hear faintly his name. Or maybe it wasn't his name. Oliver had a nasty habit of eavesdropping so anytime he heard his name, his attention was grabbed.
And turns out, they probably were talking about him. Once he had picked up some wood, he straightened back up only to be looking at Wessex. "Oh uh...hello Wessex." There was a nervous fit of laughter and he had a very awkward smile on his face. "The uh...okay I'm not crazy and it's not my magic, but the mud keeps carrying the materials back inside. I keep trying to clean them up but the mud wont let me." His voice said that he was uncomfortable and his eyes screamed help me. He was a mess, both emotionally and physically as there was mud on his arms, hands, and legs now.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
