OLIVER
He... was wrong? At this point, Loren was just blatantly ignoring every little thing he had to say. In one ear and out the other. It frustrated Oliver to no end, but he also had to try and remind himself that maybe, just maybe, Loren actually did deep down view him as a friend. That maybe someday, Loren would realize that everything he had done was amazing. That he was one of the greatest friends to him ever. Oliver just wished he could truly show Loren how he felt towards him, share with the man all of his thoughts and feelings and love for him. Maybe then he'd realize he was worthy of friends and a real family.
For now? He'd just have to accept the hand he was dealt. This hand was a disaster. None of the cards worked well together, it was like he were given a three of spades, a 5 of clubs, a jack of diamonds and an ace of spades. None of the cards fit, but would they ever?
The man soon finished off his work of art and Oliver nodded to him. "it looks fantastic Loren, thank you for taking the time to make it with me." He offered the man a small smile before picking up one of the unused tapestries. He'd proceed to use it to spread around the paint left on his hand, creating a very strange, but also unique, work of art. As he did so, he continued to speak. "I'll clean this up, don't worry." Seeing as someone had decided to track paint outside of the tarp. "You can go back to important stuff, this should be cleaned up in the next hour. I'll leave the canvases to try and then you can pick it up. It'll make a nice gift, if you ask me."
For now? He'd just have to accept the hand he was dealt. This hand was a disaster. None of the cards worked well together, it was like he were given a three of spades, a 5 of clubs, a jack of diamonds and an ace of spades. None of the cards fit, but would they ever?
The man soon finished off his work of art and Oliver nodded to him. "it looks fantastic Loren, thank you for taking the time to make it with me." He offered the man a small smile before picking up one of the unused tapestries. He'd proceed to use it to spread around the paint left on his hand, creating a very strange, but also unique, work of art. As he did so, he continued to speak. "I'll clean this up, don't worry." Seeing as someone had decided to track paint outside of the tarp. "You can go back to important stuff, this should be cleaned up in the next hour. I'll leave the canvases to try and then you can pick it up. It'll make a nice gift, if you ask me."
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
