jckoftrades:
“Mademoiselle Rima,” Olivier started, his voice still soft. “You are simply a mystery. Though it is against my inquisitive nature, you do not have to speak if it will upset you. I like to tease and sometimes I do get carried away, but I do not want to make others cry or go into distress.”
With a smile, he handed Rima her receipt and card, taking up her hand and placing them gently in her palm.
It was the pursuits of peace, love and beauty that guided Olivier in life. Though he sometimes took spiteful pleasure in seeing those who had offended him suffer (a terrible vice that even he hated to admit), Rima had done nothing to offend. An innocent through and through.
“If I happen to pry for answers, I give you full permission to tell me to ‘shut it’, okay? Don’t worry, Johnny McGregor does it all the time. I mean… it doesn’t really work when he tells me to shut up, but for you, I shall make an exception.”
It was an attempt to inject humor in an otherwise tender situation. And though Olivier maintained his smile, he found his gaze downcast and pensive as they continued their slow walk, close to the walls and shops where little traffic would bother them.
“I am not familiar with people like you who have anxieties. My whole life I have been around socialites, and I am somewhat the same.”
She’s listening as she’s left to stare at the items which had been returned to her. Mind wondering about the entire situation. He was acting as though she hadn’t said anything important.
Perhaps he didn’t understand her fully? But the way he was talking so low made her think otherwise. Her small body walked along side him, finally tucking her items back into her pocket.
“Its okay... I-I know you don’t mean anything bad by asking.” She’s not shaking as bad now, and even manages to look at him a little. “Y-Y-You wouldn’t have known.”
Even if a TEAM mate said that to him, she didn’t think she had the confidence to tell a bigger blader to be quiet. Her breath is uneven again trying her best to hold it together.
“I.... I... wasn’t always like this.” She admits. “I use to be very outgoing as a small kid.” That was when her grandfather was still around, back when she still felt safe around others.
“but a lot changed... and now i’m not very good at dealing with people. Back at home I normally just stick to myself. Other then me, my dog luxord, and my guardian occasionally popping in. I... don’t talk to many people.”













