OLIVER
The faint sound of weaving continued as his hands delicately spun the fibers. At one point, he'd prick himself with one of the pieces of material. Setting down the half-finished basket, he winced and looked down at his hand where a splinter now stood. Not to worry, he easily pulled it out, wiped off the small bit of blood, and continued on with this work.
After that, his work would go almost perfectly until the sudden sound of a paintbrush clanging on the ground echoed through the room. Normally, it would've been masked by talking, but due to the hushed silence between the two men it rang out loud and clear. Looking up with only his eyes, Oliver could see the brush just within his range of sight. With a soft sigh, he willed his telekinesis to ever so gently pick up the brush and slowly lift it up until it was hand level for Amun. He hadn't really seen what happened, but he might as well offer his assistance. Hopefully Amun wouldn't take offense to it.
"What are you painting?" His words broke the silence, showing keen interest now in his artwork. The drop had caught his attention and he wanted to know more.
After that, his work would go almost perfectly until the sudden sound of a paintbrush clanging on the ground echoed through the room. Normally, it would've been masked by talking, but due to the hushed silence between the two men it rang out loud and clear. Looking up with only his eyes, Oliver could see the brush just within his range of sight. With a soft sigh, he willed his telekinesis to ever so gently pick up the brush and slowly lift it up until it was hand level for Amun. He hadn't really seen what happened, but he might as well offer his assistance. Hopefully Amun wouldn't take offense to it.
"What are you painting?" His words broke the silence, showing keen interest now in his artwork. The drop had caught his attention and he wanted to know more.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
