Yours is the light by which my spirit's born
you are my sun
It was nice that Bastien hasn’t judged him at all or spoke down to him. Of course, Oliver fully assumed that Bastien knew about his participation...or lack of it. Maybe not everyone would grow to hate him, to despise every inch of his body. He had a place to feel safe and wanted, to make sure his thoughts remained healthy.
With a hint of a blush still remaining, Oliver ran a hand through his hair. ”The old one has lasted me a season and a half. Surprised it went that long.” Then again, he hardly even had it during Deepfrost, so did that season really count? Oh well. Bastien went off to gather the materials and Oliver remained back, setting the book on the table as he did so. If Bastien wanted to look through it, he could. He was the only person really allowed to freely look seeing as Oliver saw him as an opportunity to learn, someone who wouldn’t judge him for how pitiful his drawings looked at times. ”We called it summer too, back where I came from. I don’t remember drawing too much back then, so maybe I can find the perfect season for me to draw.” There’s a light shrug, showing he wasn’t too rushed or bothered. He’d figure things out, just had to give it some time.
Bastien returned with some supplies and honestly? The new sketchbook was far better than his original one. It looked much better made and far sturdier. Oliver wasn’t sure if he really deserved it, but he could always repay Bastien in the future. His fingers delicately ran along the book, tracing each curve and identifying it as his. The sudden voice caught his attention and his motion stopped, his head shooting up.
”A...sun myth? No. This is the first I’ve heard of capturing the sun.” He moved to take a seat on the table. Hopefully Bastien wouldn’t mind. ”Would you mind telling me about it? Maybe I could create art for the tradition?” That could possibly help makeup for how awful Fiat Lux went. Show that he did want to dedicate himself to Caido.
With a hint of a blush still remaining, Oliver ran a hand through his hair. ”The old one has lasted me a season and a half. Surprised it went that long.” Then again, he hardly even had it during Deepfrost, so did that season really count? Oh well. Bastien went off to gather the materials and Oliver remained back, setting the book on the table as he did so. If Bastien wanted to look through it, he could. He was the only person really allowed to freely look seeing as Oliver saw him as an opportunity to learn, someone who wouldn’t judge him for how pitiful his drawings looked at times. ”We called it summer too, back where I came from. I don’t remember drawing too much back then, so maybe I can find the perfect season for me to draw.” There’s a light shrug, showing he wasn’t too rushed or bothered. He’d figure things out, just had to give it some time.
Bastien returned with some supplies and honestly? The new sketchbook was far better than his original one. It looked much better made and far sturdier. Oliver wasn’t sure if he really deserved it, but he could always repay Bastien in the future. His fingers delicately ran along the book, tracing each curve and identifying it as his. The sudden voice caught his attention and his motion stopped, his head shooting up.
”A...sun myth? No. This is the first I’ve heard of capturing the sun.” He moved to take a seat on the table. Hopefully Bastien wouldn’t mind. ”Would you mind telling me about it? Maybe I could create art for the tradition?” That could possibly help makeup for how awful Fiat Lux went. Show that he did want to dedicate himself to Caido.
my moon
and all my stars
OLIVER
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