Can you write a drabble about Olivv? (If you're still doing them ofc)
[Olivv's bio, Dove of Peace.]
Earth was sick, very sick.
The planet had been tainted for a long time now, for many generations Olivv had watched the way the disease had spread across its surface, infecting all it came in contact with. The way it wove itself into people's hearts, sparked by the smallest of actions.
She watched it now as it unfurled below her, fueled and spurred by the force of technology and invention, elevated to levels she had never seen in history before. The plague of war crawling from continent to continent, slaughtering all in its path, and leaving the survivors to suffer and choke.
Once she had tried to root it up: working from the inside to bring Peace, dedicating efforts to helping the victims labeled as survivors, facing conflicts head on to try to suffocate them before they could blossom to battle. And it wasn't that these methods hadn't worked, Peace had flourished in moments she had provided. She had created safety for those fleeing conflict, had calmed conflicts before they had grown, had fostered Peace where it had sprouted... but it never lasted.
It was something that seemed to be rooted in the hearts of humanity itself, a desire to clash with another. A lust for power that drove one to fight. A sense of honor that carried them to spread this disease that seemed to have no end. Even when given all they needed, it seemed that humans would in time would turn once again to the dark ways of war and hatred.
"I decline your offer," Olivv said simply, ruffling her feathers.
The kwami in front of her looked startled by this reply, and how he was she did not know. His eyes blinked, momentarily blocking her view of the gleaming reflections within. The purple one reflected the world around them well, sowed with chaos and conflict, while his blue eye showed the world she longed for.
A world he promised they could make together.
"You... you don't want a world of peace?" Yuume asked, the Sheep of Dreams clearly having not expected her refusal.
"It is what I seek, but I know I cannot seek it with you," Olivv replied.
"That is not what the others say," Yuume said, drifting closer, hooves out. "They join me in my journey because they know we all seek the same things. Freedom. Peace. A world of our own, where humans don't rule over us."
"And your path to such a world is lined with the same things?" Olivv prompted, tilting her head, as she already knew the answer.
Yuume's eyes gleamed, allowing her to once again see a reflection of her hopes and fears in his two toned eyes, and she couldn't help but let her gaze slip away. The Sheep drifted closer as she did, those hooves still held out towards her.
"Passiveness will not win us our freedom," Yuume said quietly. "If we do nothing, then nothing will change. Surely you must understand that, Olivv, if you want Peace you're going to have to fight for it."
Olivv let out a small laugh, as these were words she had heard before. Holders in the past had said such to her, and even if she had not believed such a statement (how could one attain something by doing the very opposite?) those holders had been ones seeking Peace, and she had often let them use her powers as they saw fit. But that did not mean she would do the same as they had done.
"You will not attain Peace if you seek the opposite," Olivv chided the young kwami in front of her. "I already know Sotaa has sought you out, and when Conflict himself relishes your presence, it is not Peace you are seeking."
"What about freedom," Yuume's tone had become slightly more challenging, and Olivv merely gave him an empty smile as he spoke. "Are you content to do nothing while our brothers are enslaved by this plague known as humanity!"
"Humanity has not done all wrong with us under them," Olivv replied, and Yuume looked down right horrified as she said this. "I know you despised the Order for what it was, but their intentions have always intrigued me."
"Do you even hear yourself?" Yuume hissed.
"I would say the same to you," Olivv replied. "But I feel that even if you looked, you would not see it, young kwami. You say humanity is a plague, and in this I do agree; but how would you define humanity? Is it the collective of the human race? Or the whole of all their actions? Or is the ideals they strive for?"
"You don't know what you're talking about," Yuume replied. His movements were now stiff, his demeanor from before gone, his gaze defensive and hostile.
"Perhaps I don't," she agreed. "Or perhaps you simply do not like what I say."
"You say that we should remain confined to the whims of humanity!"
"Yet you do not even know what humanity is."
Yuume turned away. "I know that it is dangerous, but it seems that is something that you do not even care about. If you think that standing back and letting humans prosper is acceptable, then you do not care for our kind."
"Just because I do not seek the same path as you, Dreamkeeper, does not mean that I don't care," Olivv replied softly, but he did not turn to face her. "But I do not think you realize what you are truly doing. Because as long as you strive for this war, Yuume, you are carrying humanity within your heart."
