You make my heart shake bend and break
A light shrug. "True- luck has surprisingly been on my side. Even when I was cursed, thankfully, I was cured by Safrin." Ianto would probably get a good laugh out of the wooden dick situation.
"Oh, you'd think it was nice. The Greatwood was pretty, absolutely. Then Halo opened up and holy fuck I hate the cold. I never knew how much I hated snow until I went there." There was a smile on his face and he shook his head. "Torchline was a lot nicer, I considered going there, but Remi recommended the Greatwood to me and, well, here I am." It was honestly mostly because of Remi that Oliver was moving there at all. He never knew it was an option available to him before that.
"It is... a lot of people died and it was terrifying. The next year I spent it in Torchline because I didn't want to relive that terror." And here he was, running away from it again.
The two arrive and Oliver looks around the shop. "No.... leave behind the scrap metal, for sure. And if you see anything that's dented or doesn't look like it'd be wanted by you, the fae, or anyone else you know... leave it behind." Oliver hadn't considered how hard it would be to bring everything. "And you can keep stuff if you see a knife or two that'd you like for yourself." As he spoke, Oliver grabbed onto his face shield and the major tools he used before bringing them outside. It was clear he had grown used to carrying them, thanks to all the time he spent in the forge.
"Oh, you'd think it was nice. The Greatwood was pretty, absolutely. Then Halo opened up and holy fuck I hate the cold. I never knew how much I hated snow until I went there." There was a smile on his face and he shook his head. "Torchline was a lot nicer, I considered going there, but Remi recommended the Greatwood to me and, well, here I am." It was honestly mostly because of Remi that Oliver was moving there at all. He never knew it was an option available to him before that.
"It is... a lot of people died and it was terrifying. The next year I spent it in Torchline because I didn't want to relive that terror." And here he was, running away from it again.
The two arrive and Oliver looks around the shop. "No.... leave behind the scrap metal, for sure. And if you see anything that's dented or doesn't look like it'd be wanted by you, the fae, or anyone else you know... leave it behind." Oliver hadn't considered how hard it would be to bring everything. "And you can keep stuff if you see a knife or two that'd you like for yourself." As he spoke, Oliver grabbed onto his face shield and the major tools he used before bringing them outside. It was clear he had grown used to carrying them, thanks to all the time he spent in the forge.
OLIVER
