OLIVER
It was troubling that Harper looked away once he started to compliment him. Had he gone too far? Had he been too blunt with his emotions? His own blush darkened ever so slightly, but he still offered his friend a smile. "Everything I said is the truth... you really are amazing as hell, Harper. I mean... I've known it ever since we first met. You're so kind and sweet and anyone would be lucky to have you as a friend, let alone a guildmember." He stopped himself then, realizing he was once again saying far too much. Most likely, Harper was uncomfortable now and his secret was out far too early.
The topic of his curse also most likely made Harper uncomfortable and would be even worse if Harper knew the true extent of his affliction. "Eh.... unfortunately, some people can be absolute assholes when they want to be... but I am happy you haven't met anyone like that yet." He could think of one particular Ascended who fit that bill perfectly. Cocky, blunt, and an absolute jackass. "But hey...it could be that you're, well, almost perfect...or well, you have nothing that would be considered a harmful observation." His face once again darkened and his eyes widened before he quickly tried to return back to normal. "But you're right! I'll just keep, you know, trying my best!" What a great save right there. Don't wanna seem too gay.
Oliver wasn't sure what he expected when Harper agreed to pose for him, but it certainly wasn't what he got. It wasn't a bad surprise, hell, it was one pleasant one, but it also showed on his face. His cheeks darkened slightly and his eyes widened. "If that's comfortable with you, then it works." So long as Harper could hold it, Oliver was fine with it.
Bringing out his pencil, Oliver started to work on his sketch, chewing on his lip as he did so. Ever so often, he'd look back up at Harper, but it was clear that his mind was now focused on the art...mostly. He had to make sure that he didn't make his feelings too obvious, so he simply threw himself into the art, trying his hardest to make it the very best that he could.
The topic of his curse also most likely made Harper uncomfortable and would be even worse if Harper knew the true extent of his affliction. "Eh.... unfortunately, some people can be absolute assholes when they want to be... but I am happy you haven't met anyone like that yet." He could think of one particular Ascended who fit that bill perfectly. Cocky, blunt, and an absolute jackass. "But hey...it could be that you're, well, almost perfect...or well, you have nothing that would be considered a harmful observation." His face once again darkened and his eyes widened before he quickly tried to return back to normal. "But you're right! I'll just keep, you know, trying my best!" What a great save right there. Don't wanna seem too gay.
Oliver wasn't sure what he expected when Harper agreed to pose for him, but it certainly wasn't what he got. It wasn't a bad surprise, hell, it was one pleasant one, but it also showed on his face. His cheeks darkened slightly and his eyes widened. "If that's comfortable with you, then it works." So long as Harper could hold it, Oliver was fine with it.
Bringing out his pencil, Oliver started to work on his sketch, chewing on his lip as he did so. Ever so often, he'd look back up at Harper, but it was clear that his mind was now focused on the art...mostly. He had to make sure that he didn't make his feelings too obvious, so he simply threw himself into the art, trying his hardest to make it the very best that he could.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
