OLIVER
There is an eyeroll that Oliver just cant hold back. "Fine... I would like to meet him eventually and I will be nice. I wont be rude to him and I will hold my tongue." Oliver would promise to be as nice and respectful as he could. Maybe he could throw in a your highness and kiss the man's toes or some shit. Whatever it is that kings wanted. Why Loren was so protective of this Noreon dude, Oliver wouldn't know for a while probably.
"I mean, you did ask to know why I don't like her then tried to defend her, I was merely standing my ground. But, I'd really rather not waste anymore time on that." That being Ingrid and the general subject of her. Why Loren was so willing to rant about how amazing Ingrid was but not say anything about Zariah, Oliver wouldn't get it. Did Loren like Ingrid or something? Ingrid didn't seem like Loren's type, far from it even. But whatever. Whatever.
Things only became even worse and it seemed that Oliver had to talk about yet another person who messed up his life. Letting out a groan of annoyance, he took a long swig of the cider. "Okay... I will make this brief because I sound like a child whenever I talk about him, but to make things sweet and easy: Amun bit me in a dark alley and then proceeded to flirt with me every single time he saw me. He made me feel like he wanted me, but apparently I was just a perfect target to fuck with because I had basically fallen for him since I thought he genuinely wanted me." He said it with as little emotion as possible, but it was obvious he was holding back quite a lot. Thank the gods that Oliver cant send emotions through their bond in this form because...ouch would he be projecting way too much.
Speaking about Harper was much better, but Oliver could hear the shift in Loren's voice. Something was for sure up. Raising a suspicious eyebrow, Oliver leaned back a bit. "I mean...Harper is great, what more is there to say?" That he's sexy? "You've met the guy," If Loren wanted to insinuate something, then he best be blunt about it. Oliver was almost giving him a challenging look, one that said for Loren to spit it out. Say what he was thinking already.
A soft sigh escaped his lips and he let out a shrug. "Once more, I don't know. I cant remember the imports or exports, just know they happened daily.... or almost daily. On good days, they were daily." That much he could correct himself on. Otherwise, he had shared as much as he knew about what the ships carried.
"I mean, you did ask to know why I don't like her then tried to defend her, I was merely standing my ground. But, I'd really rather not waste anymore time on that." That being Ingrid and the general subject of her. Why Loren was so willing to rant about how amazing Ingrid was but not say anything about Zariah, Oliver wouldn't get it. Did Loren like Ingrid or something? Ingrid didn't seem like Loren's type, far from it even. But whatever. Whatever.
Things only became even worse and it seemed that Oliver had to talk about yet another person who messed up his life. Letting out a groan of annoyance, he took a long swig of the cider. "Okay... I will make this brief because I sound like a child whenever I talk about him, but to make things sweet and easy: Amun bit me in a dark alley and then proceeded to flirt with me every single time he saw me. He made me feel like he wanted me, but apparently I was just a perfect target to fuck with because I had basically fallen for him since I thought he genuinely wanted me." He said it with as little emotion as possible, but it was obvious he was holding back quite a lot. Thank the gods that Oliver cant send emotions through their bond in this form because...ouch would he be projecting way too much.
Speaking about Harper was much better, but Oliver could hear the shift in Loren's voice. Something was for sure up. Raising a suspicious eyebrow, Oliver leaned back a bit. "I mean...Harper is great, what more is there to say?" That he's sexy? "You've met the guy," If Loren wanted to insinuate something, then he best be blunt about it. Oliver was almost giving him a challenging look, one that said for Loren to spit it out. Say what he was thinking already.
A soft sigh escaped his lips and he let out a shrug. "Once more, I don't know. I cant remember the imports or exports, just know they happened daily.... or almost daily. On good days, they were daily." That much he could correct himself on. Otherwise, he had shared as much as he knew about what the ships carried.
I JUST WANT MY EXISTENCE
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
TO BE MORE THAN TREMBLING
