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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/16/2017 4:34:04 PM
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[i]Oliver would keep his silence, it seemed, yet his gaze would soon return to Sarah. He was waiting on her to continue what she intended to say.[/i]
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She just stayed silent. She still didn't know what to say.
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"Sarah.." [i]Oliver sighed a little, yet he would still continue to keep his arm wrapped around Sarah's body, bringing her a little closer yet. He too seemed to not know what to say - granted, he seemed more concerned with whatever she wished to say.[/i]
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She sighed, "I feel pressured, Oliver."
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"Don't. It's alright." [i]He would respond, as he would look away and give Sarah some time.[/i]
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She seemed very silent.
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[i]Oliver would go silent, then, simply resting his head against Sarah's shoulder as he closed his eyes, sighing a little. It was as if he wanted to say something, yet didn't exactly feel confident about it. At all.[/i]
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"You alright?" She asked, concerned.
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"I'm alright, yeah.. Not that I'm against it, but are you staying over for the night? It's pretty late. I'll take the couch if you are staying by, the bed's all yours."
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"Alright."
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[i]Oliver smiled, nodding at that. He had an idea.[/i] "I'll go ahead and get off," [i]He would say, as he would let go of Sarah and sit upon the other side of the couch, nodding towards her.[/i] "Sweet dreams, Sarah." [i]Oh, he was plotting. Not in a bad way, but.. he did have some Christmas ideas.[/i]
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She gave him the blanket, tucking him in. Then she would retire to his bedroom.
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[i]Roughly a few hours later, once he had checked that Sarah was asleep, Oliver snuck out of the apartment building.[/i] -------------------------------- [i]Sarah would wake up to the smell of breakfast. A rather good smell.[/i]
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She smelled the breakfast. "Mmm~." She got at of the bed, wearing pajama pants, and a tank top. Her hair was slightly tangled, making it bounce, a bit. Her arm tightly wrapped around a chibi plushie of Agent North Dakota.
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"Morning, sunny." [i]Oliver smiled over, out of his typical knightly garb and now contained within a soft white tunic, alongside a pair of fittingly cobalt blue shorts. He was working on bacon, while biscuits, sausage, toast, and hot chocolate had already been finished, set for Sarah if she wished to eat.[/i]
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"Thank you," she told Oliver. She sat down, beginning to eat.
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"Hey, no problem. Gravy coming up in a bit. I.. have family coming over, so that's why the meal's so big. My aunt, she wished to visit me." [i]Oliver mentioned, finishing the bacon.[/i] "Hope you don't mind her. She's great a fantastic, though she's.. interesting, I guess you could say."
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"This... will be interesting," Sarah decided.
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"Yeah.." [i]Oliver sat down, with his own plate.[/i] "When she arrives.. she'll pray a little to her god, or rather - her mother, a deity known as Thetis. I've never been highly religious, nor do I know if you're a religious individual.. mostly because I don't know this place's beliefs too well."
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"I'm not religious. Because I know if I die permanently I'm going to hell."
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[i]Oliver went quiet, for a bit, as he looked up at Sarah.[/i] "...Does no god save those whom sacrificed themselves for the betterment of the people? No matter their past, as long as they pursue redemption? ...Then the gods are wrong themselves." [i]He would sigh.[/i] "If I was to die, then I already know that from this sense of 'judgment', I will suffer. I am a soldier - we both are - and we suffer soldier's fates."
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"Oliver, there are no gods. Just asshats with a lot of power who think they're gods but have a weakness they won't tell anyone."
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"Then we won't follow those gods, and kings, and such. Others might.. we won't." [i]A soft knocking was heard, at the door.[/i] "...That'll be her. Guess you're ready for her, then?"
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"I'll go get dressed, in a minute. Appear more... decent."
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"Alright.. I'll keep her at the door, though.. She doesn't mind how you look." [i]Oliver would get up, opening the door and beginning to converse. Sarah could get some better clothing, at the time.[/i]
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She gathered her Warlock robes, putting them on. She brushed her hair, taking time to braid it.
