OLIVER
The boy had hardly even realized that he had been repeating himself. Then again, didn't he always repeat himself? Either he'd struggle to accept the truth or he'd simply say things over and over. Why? He wasn't entirely sure, now that he thought of it. Maybe Safrin had a point, maybe he did it to try and make the other person believe it more. The trade wasn't entirely fair, not in the slightest. Oliver couldn't find the words he wanted to say as her attention turned away from him.
Was this it? Had he screwed up enough? Before, if asked, Oliver would've said he would be crushed. To have the goddess ignore him, but now? He's fine with it. He had an audience with Safrin, someone who had no reason to respond to him. He'd try to learn from his mistakes around her....and then that all changed.
Her attention shifted back to him and he couldn't stop his eyes from widening ever so slightly as she spoke his name, formerly addressing him. Had he said his name? Surely, he hadn't. It was hard to think, hard to process anything as he now felt incredibly overwhelmed. Not only by the sudden contact between the two but also her radiating beauty, the emotions it caused him to feel. He felt like he couldn't pull his eyes away from her and all of his attention belonged to Safrin and her alone.
What she asks of him is a thing he hadn't realized how big his problem was. It was something that when he thought about it, it was a major problem. He had always striven to make others happy, even if it meant making himself feel deplorable. Oliver tried to speak confidently and clearly, mostly to avoid the whole babbling thing, "Yes, I can learn to speak clearly and to be stronger: to have a backbone." It felt weird to speak so little, but maybe this was a good thing. To not ramble on and on and constantly repeat himself, praying that maybe he'd say the right thing.
Was this it? Had he screwed up enough? Before, if asked, Oliver would've said he would be crushed. To have the goddess ignore him, but now? He's fine with it. He had an audience with Safrin, someone who had no reason to respond to him. He'd try to learn from his mistakes around her....and then that all changed.
Her attention shifted back to him and he couldn't stop his eyes from widening ever so slightly as she spoke his name, formerly addressing him. Had he said his name? Surely, he hadn't. It was hard to think, hard to process anything as he now felt incredibly overwhelmed. Not only by the sudden contact between the two but also her radiating beauty, the emotions it caused him to feel. He felt like he couldn't pull his eyes away from her and all of his attention belonged to Safrin and her alone.
What she asks of him is a thing he hadn't realized how big his problem was. It was something that when he thought about it, it was a major problem. He had always striven to make others happy, even if it meant making himself feel deplorable. Oliver tried to speak confidently and clearly, mostly to avoid the whole babbling thing, "Yes, I can learn to speak clearly and to be stronger: to have a backbone." It felt weird to speak so little, but maybe this was a good thing. To not ramble on and on and constantly repeat himself, praying that maybe he'd say the right thing.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
