I truly loved you
It was already nice enough that Amun hadn't left him, but it was even more touching when he said that simple little comment. Oliver... really was a craftsman now, wasn't he? It was shocking and hard to believe. It hadn't quite yet hit him so hard until Amun said that. Before he viewed himself almost as a separate entity, but to be viewed on the same level? Damn.
Placing to box over to the side, Oliver didn't mind that Amun rejected his offer to sit. Oliver assumed it was due to the fire, which was completely understandable. Wherever Amun felt safest was fine with him. "What have you done with the place? I should really come by and visit your shop sometime, maybe I could drop off something in exchange." Maybe if Amun needed any tools, Oliver could try to make it. It was all up to Amun and Oliver would try his best to make the man happy.
Leaning against the wall, Oliver let out a light hum. "Honestly? I hadn't considered that... maybe. Not yet, I don't think I'm ready to be seen as an Artisan yet... I'm far from perfect and I still have a shit ton of room to grow. But maybe, yeah. Maybe." It was something he could see himself doing eventually, but absolutely not yet. His skills were still improving and he was far from a master blacksmith. Really, Oliver was mostly just trying things out. "Do you uh... have any tips for a craftsman trying to start his business?" It was said in a lighthearted way, almost as if Amun could interpret it as a joke if he didn't want to respond. Oliver would be fine with that, honestly.
Placing to box over to the side, Oliver didn't mind that Amun rejected his offer to sit. Oliver assumed it was due to the fire, which was completely understandable. Wherever Amun felt safest was fine with him. "What have you done with the place? I should really come by and visit your shop sometime, maybe I could drop off something in exchange." Maybe if Amun needed any tools, Oliver could try to make it. It was all up to Amun and Oliver would try his best to make the man happy.
Leaning against the wall, Oliver let out a light hum. "Honestly? I hadn't considered that... maybe. Not yet, I don't think I'm ready to be seen as an Artisan yet... I'm far from perfect and I still have a shit ton of room to grow. But maybe, yeah. Maybe." It was something he could see himself doing eventually, but absolutely not yet. His skills were still improving and he was far from a master blacksmith. Really, Oliver was mostly just trying things out. "Do you uh... have any tips for a craftsman trying to start his business?" It was said in a lighthearted way, almost as if Amun could interpret it as a joke if he didn't want to respond. Oliver would be fine with that, honestly.
but now im walking away
OLIVER
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