l'ingénierie et de la sorcellerie.

I can never seem to figure out what to actually tell people about myself. Name's Oliver Petonson, 25 years old, stuck with a study group at the moment. Life's a fairytale. [RP blog for BFaR]

[oliver-petonson]

All These Lives (AU) || Belle & Oliver

[oliver-petonson]

belle-leclair‌:

“Oh”, she exhaled as he proceeded with his confusing statements. He obviously didn’t trust her yet, or was still too tired to force himself to try – who was she to judge – but it left her feeling a tad empty. Somewhat longing for more of an explanation. She sat on the basic, how far would that get her? The only thing she could say for sure was that Oliver did not seem dangerous to her, merely bitter about his situation. “That’s fine, I won’t pressure you. I’m just curious by nature.” A harsh fact about her, often digging for answers that didn’t belong to her and those she would be better off not knowing. Oliver, she guessed, was one of them on his lonesome as the second she had figured out who he was she had placed herself, and her father, in danger by inviting him inside her home. Other people, whether they were active in the hunt or stayed neutral, would supposedly had done better keeping themselves on the sideline. Let Oliver slip by without notice before they all pretended they had seen nothing at all to stay safe. 

“My dad? Uh… she’s an engineer. Tend to stay out in his workshop most of the time actually. Thus he won’t bother us. He comes in for dinner and an evening snack but otherwise it’s him and his ideas.” Although a humble and loving father Belle had never failed to notice how the death of her mother had broken him into pieces. He didn’t stray away from talking about her, sharing whatever he had left with the person he had left – but the void was still there. Haunting him and his mind was best kept occupied outside. “He doesn’t make as much as he could with his stuff, he keeps it pretty local but it’s enough to survive on.” Belle smiled, nodding at the plate before Oliver. “How about you eat some, you need it.” 

Curious, huh? It sent a warning flag high up in the air, fearing what type of information she would eventually stumble upon or try and claim from him. She wasn’t pressuring him now, surely, but no one liked to have a stranger around and he was more than that. No, it was best not to prolong his stay, but for now he allowed his mind to drift -- oddly surprised by Belle’s straightforward attitude. “Engineer?” Oliver responded with an arch of his eyebrow, for once finding himself at ease with something. Familiar territory, even if it came off as nothing but a hobby in his own case. “Funny...”, he mumbled and steered his eyes against the plate of food once more. Shaking off the fear it could easily be a trap, Oliver grabbed for the fork by its side and carefully poked at the rice before he gave in to his cravings and offered his mouth a tender bite. Not bad. 

“I... used to do some tinkering myself.” That wasn’t considered too much infromation, was it? A basic fact, something almost anyone who knew him could state through and through. “Not that I had much freetime to try anything too advanced but it’s fun to work with your hands. Craft things from the bottom or better something you already have.” Oliver shrugged and took another bite off the plate. “And... what about... you? What do you do?” Not that he genuinly cared but it wouldn’t hurt to get an overview of the people he shared a space with. Harmless only went so far in his mind, something you had to learn early on if you wished to survive on the top of the chain. 

[oliver-petonson]

Apartment is placed inner city, as before it’s still a penthouse.

Huge living room starting from the left picture and moving over to the picture on the right. Left picture contains a mini bar in the back. Both sides holds a view over the city. 

Kitchen to the right of the mini bar, bedroom on the opposite direction. Office can be reached from further down the right picture, past the dinner table not far from the bathroom. 

[oliver-petonson]

All These Lives (AU) || Belle & Oliver

[belle-leclair]

He seemed cautious again, why? Was she sending out some bad vibes or was that just some trait he had? It was still too early for her to figure all that out and by the sound of it she wouldn’t gain enough to figure it out either. For some reason it made her shoulders drop as she put the food into the microwave, waiting for it to reheat for her guest. She knew it wasn’t safe for him to stay in her home, or safe for them, but it wouldn’t be that much safer out on the road either and why the rush – it wasn’t as if Oliver even knew where he was going. 

“Once you’ve eaten I would love to hear what you’ve been doing all on your own. If that’s alright, of course. I’m curious. It can’t have been easy hiding away from people…” So, he had sleeping problems? For some reason it didn’t surprise her, he felt like a troubled person from the bottom to the top; like he was always on guard for something. The sound from the microwave made her lose focus for a short time while she prepared the last parts of the meal and putting it down on the table. She ended it by placing a glas of water next to him too before taking a seat again, staring at him with ease. 

“My dad? Well yes, he’s informed. I’m not too sure how he feels about it, but as you can see you’re still here and he’s not waiting to throw you a bunch of questions before throwing you out. He’s very much like me, doesn’t pay attention to the outside world unless he really has to and I even think he’s a bit curious about you too and ready to greet you once he comes back inside.” Belle pulled a soft smile, wanting to assure him that his presence wasn’t a bother to the family. “It’s fine, you don’t have to leave tomorrow – you are free to stay for another day, just to make sure you have the energy to move on and… just give yourself some rest, no one is going to hate you for it, you’re doing your best.”

[oliver-petonson]

She wanted to know what he had been doing on his own? To be frank he barely knew himself. It hadn’t been easy, no, but at the same time it had almost been too easy, He, if anyone, should have been spotted ages ago with the amount of press release they had around the country with his name and face attached to it. “I don’t really know what to tell you? It’s just a huge mess, not anything to brag with.” Oliver shrugged and stared down at the plate in front of him with a sudden hunger he hadn’t really felt until now. The last piece of real food had been two days ago, but barely that had been enough to sooth his stomach and fill his body with the energy it was thirsting for. 

He still had a hard time believing her father was so calm about all of this, but he couldn’t really speak against it without meeting him first. Belle was still throwing that promise against him, telling him no one would actually care whether he stayed for a while or not. He refused to believe that as well, and it probably mirrored in his gaze once he started to eat off the plate. How long had it been since he had been standing by the stove, next to his mom, making dinner for them both? To have her nag at him for using the wrong type of seasoning, or straight up too little? The memory forced the corner of his mouth to twitch and he turned his face away from Belle, staring over at the clock hanging on the wall. “What did you say your father was working with?” He wanted to steer the conversation away from himself for a while. 

[belle-leclair]

“You told me to trust you, I didn’t.” Still a cynical with the need to prove people wrong, no he hadn’t changed that much at all. Clearly it would be a lot harder than she had thought to avoid speaking about their fight, and the problem as a whole. She wasn’t sure as to why she had expected something else but oh well, if it was needed she could try. “I didn’t turn it down to be mean, I did it because I care and because I don’t trust him – I told you all my reasons during our talk, I shouldn’t have to repeat it. He’s dangerous and – “ Belle cut herself off, knowing she was trespassing the same line that had caused him to burst the first time. She had told him his needs hadn’t mattered, that his reasons were small but even that for a good cause. Belle let out a sigh, moving over to his table before she spoke again, mostly to give herself some time to think. You had to thread carefully with Oliver, the wrong word at the wrong moment and she was out. His temper didn’t allow him to think twice about subjects, especially not this kind. “You’re not failing at life, can’t you speak about that… um, company as a whole instead. Don’t you have any power at least? Something to brag about? Ideas you’ve been working on?” He and Galbatorix were supposed to be coworkers, partners in this mess, so having Oliver pushed to the side sounded like a bad and boring idea. Why would he ever sign onto that? “I miss hearing about your ideas.”

[oliver-petonson]

Oliver inhaled slowly, making sure his head stayed in the clear no matter what. The less of a scene both of them could avoid the better. Belle was trying, it was just hard not to point out the obvious. “I can’t change your mind on that, that’s all your choice. You can’t change mine either and hopefully we don’t have to discuss that part again.” He was doing his best to put this topic to an halt, but the more Belle spoke the more he wanted to tell her off. He was already aware, probably more than her, but it hadn’t stopped him from taking that baby step anyway and he would have done it again if someone had forced him to go back in time. This wasn’t all about being selfish, not even about doing it for a cause, it was about staying in control and to clean up the mess he caused earlier. The ending was still up for debate, but as of now he barely cared. “And?” Oliver pushed on, fearing Belle had cut herself off for a reason. She might as well get it done and over with rather than choke on it until later. Why was she curious about that company all of a sudden? Was it her way of trying to stay neutral? “I have some power, yes, but I don’t really have time to use it. He speaks to me before making any major changes to our layout and plans but other than that I tend to let him run everything. I don’t know what else I can say about it? To build something and make it successful takes time and I don’t think he really cares about his staff beyond the money they will eventually pull in.” As of her last question he shook his head, like he had time for that.

[belle-leclair]

His lack of contact made her swallow, wondering if her words had struck a cord with him. He clearly wasn’t keen on talking to her, that much she understood from his body language alone, though it was hardly anything new. They both had been stuck dwelling on this, Oliver harder than anyone. Deep down Belle knew, hoped, he saw the problem behind his actions and wished to take it all back. He wasn’t stupid, just insecure and… well, easy to gain control over. A negative trait that didn’t sit well with his old leader role back home. She should know why? Yes, she probably did. Once again it was insecurity and also a hint of stubborness and old memories. Even when they had been together had it taken him ages to relax around her and allow her inside of his bubble; she understood, but also not. He had changed during his months isolated from people, she felt it. “Right… I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to yell at you that way, I was just… shocked. Scared. I didn’t know what to do.” Belle licked her lips, turning her attention at her coffee. She decided to take a sip to buy herself some time and to allow Oliver to continue. His snort didn’t sit well with her, but she kept that part to herself and instead she put her focus on the parts that did matter. He had asked her the same question back, that had to be a good sign as he rarely asked questions at all unless it was for a cause, or for him to show that he actually cared. “How about we don’t speak about that today? Can I move over to your table?” Belle tried smiling. “I’m fine, work has been gentle with me this month, I’m blesssed.” Neither of them were fine, but the environment was not fit for the truth. 

[oliver-petonson]

She hadn’t known what to do? Well shit, that part had been clearer than a newly washed window. The part wasn’t about her reacting badly, it was her refusing to listen to him and his reasons. Perhaps if she had simply calmed down a bit and actually taken his words more seriously she wouldn’t have had to yell at him that way. That was the main point about trust and she had failed all of it at once. It had borthered him back then, it still did, as things were still in control and he wasn’t planning on letting go of it that easily. Belle was one of the reasons he had began to slip, Cora too. He wasn’t going to judge them for their reactions, but neither were they allowed to believe he was going to accept them back with open arms -- he didn’t really expect them to do the same for him, not even with Belle’s sweet talk at the moment. “I tried to tell you what to do, you know.” Oliver couldn’t sit on that one, he had to make sure Belle knew where they stood with one another before she moved on. He had lied to her, yes, but what other choice was there? If he hadn’t she would have reported Galbatorix right on the spot, leaving him with no options and no choices but to live after the rules. Deep down he knew that had been safer, maybe even smarter, but his head refused to give in to admitting such a thing. “And what else do you expect us to speak about? The weather? I’m not really doing anything worth discussing, expect failing at life I guess.” He moved his stare at the empty seat across, nodding slowly. “Fine.” It didn’t feel right to refuse her the seat, though his hands started to dig for his phone in his pocket... just in case something went wrong and he needed a quick way out. “Glad to hear that.”

[blamesteve]

I like saying no. It lowers their enthusiasm.

[belle-leclair]

Belle stayed silent for a while, her eyes resting on his face. Was it possible for him to look twice as tired as last time they had spoken? Apperantly it was. She bit her lip, realizing nothing had really changed since their fight at all – he was still working with Galbatorix, wasn’t he? “Right… I have tried to call you though, you never picked up.” She had regretted shouting at him and she had spent the whole week after trying to reach him, but with failure if that part wasn’t clear enough. Belle moved her eyes back at her table, wondering if it was safe for her to continue talking or if she should simply leave him alone but no… this could be her one and only chance to reedem herself, just a little. “Am I allowed to ask you how you are, at least? I miss you.” Her tone was gentle, careful not to stir up any deep feelings or fear, she knew how easily Oliver’s anxiety took over for him and she wasn’t here to cause that kind of trouble for him. “You look pretty tired are you still… you know?” 

[oliver-petonson]

Her phone calls, yes he was very aware of that and it made him break eye contact and stare down at his book again. Him not picking up was not as much about not wanting to patch it together again than pure pride from inside. He simply worked that way: once you said goodbye he walked away and then he never came back, Belle was no different no matter what type of relationship they had been dealing with. She was clearly not supportive of his choices, though neither was he, really... but the point was not about that, it was about mutual understanding and they had completely lost it as of now. “No, you should know why.” Oliver didn’t feel like explaining, Belle was smart enough to figure out the rest on her own. She missed him? Was she saying that to make him feel better, or to make this meeting less awkward? A snort escaped him, moving his gaze over at the window instead. “I guess, and I’m fine though. Tired is nothing new.” The last part made him glance back slowly, his stare narrowing. “What do you think?” Dumb questions only called for dumb answers, but he couldn’t ignore the fact that Belle was at least trying to act friendly with him -- so, even if he didn’t want to, he let out a sigh of defeat. His feelings for her hadn’t faded and he hadn’t stopped caring about her, far from it and the least he could do was to try. “How are you?” 

[belle-leclair]

Belle’s head was far away from where it needed to be when she stepped inside the coffee shop. It wasn’t her typical choice as it was a bit too distant and a bit too quiet for her taste, but for once she craved something like it. Deep down she knew it reminded her about the things she missed, or maybe just the one she missed, but she wasn’t allowed to think of that… not now. Belle went for a black coffee and a small cake to go with it, her eyes dragging across the room for a good enough spot to grab. She decided on a place further by the corner, not passing the person clearly trying to shield themselves from the people around them. It made her pout her lips as she sat down, as that too reminded her about the person she missed. Always sticking a book up his nose to avoid confrontation with people, it was a silly tactic and far too easy to break but who cared? She liked it and – it wasn’t until she had pulled off her jacket and started to nest herself down her chair that she realized why the person’s actions reminded her so much about Oliver: it was because it was Oliver. Belle instantly sat up and turned around, eyes growing in size while she stared at the book cover. “Really?” she added. “You can’t even say hi? Don’t act like you didn’t see me enter, I know you did.” Their fight was still visable, she could still feel it in between them but it felt distant compared to the relief of actually seeing him alive and well. 

[oliver-petonson]

Why could he never do just one thing without it fucking itself up? He had picked this place in the hopes of avoiding people. Oliver’s head was moving in light’s speed while he watched Belle move for the counter. He couldn’t talk to her, and even if he wanted to, what would he say? Their chapter was done and over with and he was not ready to take up the pen to add another one yet. The things that had made Belle boil last time was still happening, so why bother. He couldn’t run away right at this very moment, right? Just pack his things and leave while she had her back at him? It was tempting, and he would have done just that if Belle hadn’t been quicker. Instead Oliver stayed frozen on his chair and continued to cover himself up, waiting for a fitting opening to make a run for it. Really? The question took him off guard. His plan scattered in front of him and he slowly lowered the book to glare at Belle, she didn’t look pleased nor did she sound pleased by seeing him. He had to stay calm, or at least try to stay calm. “Well, last time we spoke I’m very sure you told me not to speak to you ever again -- I don’t see why I should be the one to throw you a greeting if that’s the case.” He tried to shrug, though his anxiety had started to build up inside of his chest, filling him with a need to move away as quickly as possible before something else happened in between them. 

[oliver-petonson]

This was one of those rare times he decided to leave both his apartment and the project behind to socialize with the world in his own little way. Socialize in his case was of course a coffee in some corner placed cafe with little to no people, whose voices was low enough to keep him away from a head ache. Sleep had been bad and it reflected both on his mood, and his facial expressions and no part of him came off as inviting of even friendly. The project was taking too much time and he wanted to have it over with already, even if he didn’t have much else to go back to once it was done. Oliver let out a sigh, flipping a page in the book he was currently trying to read. Though his eyes were more or less glancing over the pages in a try to make him look busy. It wasn’t until the door across the room opened up that he made the quick mistake of moving his gaze just enough to look at the person entering the cafe -- leaving his heart to completely skip a beat and for him to almost jump out of his chair, cursing in repeat at the sight. The one person to enter was no other than Belle and Oliver was, for once, pleased he had picked a corner seat. Carefully he hunched in his chair and put the book up in front of his face, hoping it was enough to keep him out of Belle’s field of view. 

[oliver-petonson]

All These Lives (AU) || Belle & Oliver

[oliver-petonson]

belle-leclair:

Belle’s eyes were getting more and more heavy be the second. The summer heat was taking out its right and with her own small adventure still hanging in the air it was simply too hard for her to relax. She had spent a good amount of time searching around on different news sites and ended up with the right type of information she had wanted to get her hands on: that being the background of her new guest. He had been right about his name, Oliver Petonson, even if he hadn’t mentioned his last name the papers had been shouting it out at their readers. There had been pictures too, showing off a more proper and well mannered young man with his dirty blond hair tidy and with clothes fitting for the role he was supposed to play. It was all real, and that part was the hardest to believe. For some reason there had been a magic society hidden among them for ages and no one had noticed until now… and she had the leader sleeping in the room next door. Deep down he felt a bit too young to be a leader, the papers had told her he was 25 and it made her shudder to think about the amount of work that came with a job like his at such a young age.

Belle switched position but she didn’t get much further than that before Oliver’s voice cut her off and made her jump. Placing a hand over her chest she turned around to stare at the man, but the words she wanted to throw out got stuck and she ended up just glaring at him instead. There weren’t much differing from the pictures she had seen and the real deal and much like her thoughts before it was impossible for her to avoid his soft, but handsome features and stiff posture. His hair was still damp, but it didn’t matter to her as she was happy he had managed to scrub off everything that made him look worse than he probably felt. 

“Good morning, and no need to thank me”, Belle assured and pointed at the chair closest to her. She carefully put down her laptop lid, not wanting him to waste his energy on the problem before having a bite and something to drink at first. “Hold on, I’ll get you some food and after that we can talk. Did you sleep well? I expected you to be out a bit longer than that.”

Oliver only managed to peek over Belle’s shoulder and at her laptop before she closed down the lid. Though, it was enough for him to spot parts of his own face stare back at him before it got completely covered by darkness. Had Belle been searching him, or the problem all together? The warning bells started to ring inside his head once more and he move towards the chair with his full guard up and running. It didn’t matter if Belle had done the research for her own, personal gain, he didn’t like her snooping around without his permission first, as it was bad enough as it was that they straight up published his pictures all over this awful country. He hated the camera more than anything else, almost, and the memories made his mouth twitch. 

“I slept well, much nicer than I’m used to at the moment. I don’t tend to sleep much though, no, there’s too much going on and...” what was he to say, that he still didn’t trust her? “It’s always been like that.” Not a lie, his sleeping problems were nothing new but even he had hoped for another hour or so before having to get back up. Instead he fell into silence as he watched Belle move around the kitchen. His throat was still soar and the use of it had to stay narrow until that burning sensation decided to disappear and give him enough room to speak freely. Not that he was famous for doing just that, but he did enjoy the thought of having his voice back. 

“Have you... uh, spoken to your father yet? Does he know I’m here?” Another thought that had stuck with him and made it hard for him to relax. Sure that Belle could be fine having him around, but she didn’t live alone and he had yet to meet this father of hers. Was he has non-caring as she had made him sound or had it just been a way to get him to tag along? “I’m not going to stay for too long though, he doesn’t have to worry.”

[oliver-petonson]

All These Lives (AU) || Belle & Oliver

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As soon as they had entered Belle’s home a feeling of safety had struck Oliver. He hadn’t been sure of where it came from, or why it was there, but the long walk between his spot and the house might have had something to do with that. Belle had done her best to keep him calm and collected during their walk, showing that her sweet attitude wasn’t something only for the outside. He wasn’t much of a chatter, but something about her made him wish for a chance to actually engage in a conversation with her at some later point. However the energy wasn’t there and it had only taken him seconds to pass out on that lovely guest bed of theirs. A comfort his body had missed like the way you missed heat during winter. 

He hadn’t managed to stay asleep for long, even if he had wanted to, as he stll stayed on edge no matter how safe the place made him feel. His head still worried about this whole thing being a trap and he was unable to focus on his sleep -- but maybe that was for the best? It had been a while since he had visited the indoors and it didn’t take long for him to realise the amount of dirt and sweat he basically reeked of. It didn’t smell good, it didn’t look good and certainly it didn’t feel good. Thankfully Belle had been kind enough to offer him a shower and no part of him was turning down something like that, spending almost an hour trying to wash himself clean from weeks of dirt. 

A quick change and shave later he decided to head out to the main part of the house, hoping to catch Belle somewhere close rather than her father. The clothes were a bit too tight for him, but they were better than those old rags by now. Oliver stopped walking once he spotted Belle’s back inside the part he guessed was the kitchen, clearing his throat carefully. “Hi, I just wanted to say thank you again.” Normally he was no man to thank people, or even be able to thank people, but times had changed and so had he. 

[oliver-petonson]

All These Lives (AU) || Belle & Oliver

[oliver-petonson]

belle-leclair:

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Belle’s offer was a tempting one, even if it still kept him on edge. Every piece of him tried to scream no, and yet so... where else was he to go? He was going to collapse at any second now and if the girl meant well, and it was only her and her father living far away from a road, he could surely take advantage of that. It was only for the night, right? And her comment about the shaving made him tsk and smile just for a short second. He was stuck no matter what, he had no choice but to put his trust somewhere and in someone for just a while. Do some research, get some food -- if things went well he could always repay them later once everything had slowed down. Maybe he should try to get in touch with the other leaders across the globe? Someone was bound to send some help his way, this mess was too big and not before long it was bound to affect the rest of the wizarding world too. 

Oliver stared at her hand, and with his head trying to scream some sense into him, he decided to grab it. According to Belle at least she seemed aware about him being unable to fully speak and reply to her, which he was thankful for. He nodded a couple of times to show her it was fine for her to lead the way, the energy to stand up on his own was not there at the moment and even if he hated it he had to rely on Belle to keep him standing. “Oliver.” He said shortly, grimacing at the pain that shot through is feet as he rose up from the rock for the last time. “And thank you.” It made him feel a bit bad to be so unable to speak, but they would have plenty of time to do that later.

[maxiekat]

Garrett Hedlund - Esquire Middle East (Sept)

Source - Garrett Hedlund Spain

[welovegarretthedlund]

[oliver-petonson]

welovegarretthedlund:

Garrett Hedlund discussing his role in Death Sentence.

[belle-leclair]

A Fairytale Ending || Task

[oliver-petonson]

belle-leclair:

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[oliver-petonson]

All These Lives (AU) || Belle & Oliver

[oliver-petonson]

belle-leclair:

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And there she was. Oliver could feel her creep closer and it made him shiver with fear, unable to move any further from his spot. He was basically seeing dots in front of his eyes, caused to him by the heat and yet every part of him tried so hard to shy away before Belle could get to him. But it was in vain, as a light tap showed up on his shoulder, making him jump on the rock. Belle’s breathing was heard inside his ears, her hand suddenly resting around one of his own and before he knew it she had forced his hand away from his face. Oliver didn’t have time to react past that and instead he looked up, eyes staring widely at the female in front of him. Her face was so close to his, and it showed off both fear and tender worry, maybe even care. Of course her outburst didn’t make things better and he started to wonder just how in hell he was going to try to explain that he couldn’t follow her anywhere.

Even though… he wanted to see Belle more clearly, but his sight didn’t allow him to. What he was able to make out was her long, hazel brown hair and plushy cheeks. She was wearing a long, white and flourish summer dress that went down to her ankles and no part of her screamed danger – but he knew better than to assume. “I can’t go with you, go away!” he snarled at her, hoping his change of tone was enough to get her to back off. It cut his throat so speak that way, but what was he to do? 

“If you know who I am you should stay away, or do you wish to get into trouble that badly? Go home, already.” Oliver had to choke a cough trying to escape his lips, shaking his head at the girl. Who was she trying to fool? She couldn’t help him even if she wished to, all she could do was to get even more in trouble for just speaking to him and not reporting him. “Also how about you don’t touch me without… permission, thanks.” His throat was on the edge of dying on him by now, he wasn’t allowed to chat more than necessary.

[oliver-petonson]

All These Lives (AU) || Belle & Oliver

[oliver-petonson]

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Oliver forced himself to breathe in and out slowly as he started to realize the girl wasn’t going to leave him alone. He tried to come up with a good excuse, something that would allow buying him some time while he moved away from her and her sudden offers. They didn’t sit right with him and who knew? What if she was one of them just trying to fish him in? As soon as he felt safe and calm those cars would come rolling, forcing him stuck just like the rest of his people. No, he couldn’t afford to be careless in a situation like this, even if she happened to be neutral. One slip and he was done for, he had other things to do, people to find he… Oliver looked back up, but didn’t move his head back towards the girl. She had taken place on the grass, eagerly waiting for him to join in on her forced conversation. She was right about that last part, the heat was streaming on and he was in the need of help – just not from her.

He licked his lips, grimacing at the feel of dry skin. “I don’t need… your help.” His voice was shaky and low, it felt like he had been chewing glass for the past couple of days and it left his throat burning as soon as he closed his mouth again. “You should… leave.” Belle was it? The name didn’t matter to him unless she just happened to be a witch hiding among the non magical, he knew they were out there too and hopefully they were safer than the rest for the time being. Oliver placed his hand on the rock, using it as support to push himself back up on his feet. There were no use of him staying here right next to the road and right next to Belle. If he stayed she was sure to ask more questions, it wasn’t safe. He took another deep breath, collecting his head for the walk that was to come. His feet instantly started to ache inside his shoes, trying to force him back down, but he stayed up.

He was right on his way to tell Belle to leave, as he was on his way too, when dizziness close to spinning around far too long and too fast, made him trip back. His heels clicked with the rock, almost making him miss his seat and stumble down on the ground instead. Thankfully his hands were quicker and he soon found himself staring down at the ground beneath. This was bad, he couldn’t even move, how had things come to this? So petty, it was. Oliver covered his face inside the palms of his hands, making sure Belle couldn’t see it as he had a strong feeling she was on her way towards him.