forum wrong side of heaven//one on one (closed)

Started May 05, 2019 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Olive shrugged a shoulder, flicking his eyes up at Shiroka, “Better then I’ve slept in a while.” He admitted quietly. He looked down again, biting his lip.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Shiroka said, smiling up at Oliver. From this angle he couldn’t see how the other was hiding his face, but it didn’t concern him that he couldn’t see much

“Me too,” Ollie sighed softly, rubbing his eyes with a small yawn. Even though he’d slept, he was still exhausted, “Are we going to get up soon?”

“The mess hall should be serving breakfast, so yes, if you’d like,” Shiroka answers, stretching yet again before sitting up. The blankets were warm enough he didn’t want to get up, but he knew he’d have to eventually

Oliver paled at the mention of food, again his stomach twisting a little, “I-I might just skip… I’m not hungry.” His happy mood had gone down the drain at one simple word and it made his head hurt.

Shiroka looked concerned now, and when he saw how pale Oliver had gotten he was even more worried. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?” he asked gently, going to raise a hand to check the other’s temperature but stopping at the last second

Oliver shook his head, wrapping an arm round his stomach and sitting cross legged, “N-No,” He muttered, taking and releasing a breath, “I just..l’m not hungry and the thought of eating doesn’t sit well…”

Shiroka nodded in understanding, lips pursed. He hated that Oliver got this way about food, but he supposed it couldn’t be helped. “Well, I could bring you something small? Maybe to try and ease into a little something instead of going completely without?” he suggested gently

Oliver bit his lip, fiddling with a loose thread on his jumper as he thought. He swallowed, knowing he should eat even though he didn’t want too, “O-Okay… but only something small…”

Shiroka all but lit up at that. “In that case, I’ll be back shortly,” he said, grinning as he slipped out from beneath the blanket to pull his sandals on. He went off to the mess hall now, for once forgetting about always being ready to fight, or to be on his guard

Oliver watched him go before he turned back to the pond with a soft sigh. He watched the fish, fiddling with his sweater out of nervous habit.

About ten minutes later, Shiroka returned with their food. He had gotten a bagel and different spreads for both of them, and a small bowl of cottage cheese for himself. He had brought some strawberries as well, with glasses of milk for each

Oliver looked up at Shiroka then back at the food and swallowed, “Thank-you.” He said quietly, though he didn’t make a move to eat anything yet.

“Of course,” Shiroka said, smiling softly as he set everything down. He pushed a bagel towards Oliver, as well as a glass of milk. “There are strawberries if you decide you don’t want the bagel, too,” he said

Oliver nodded a little and picked up the milk taking a small sip before placing it back down. He'd try a tiny bit of the bagel, but knew he might end up sticking with the strawberries. He put a little butter on the bagel before taking a small bite.

Shiroka was almost always hungry, so he was already taking a bite out of his cream cheese-covered bagel. He then took a sip of milk, hunger winning out a little over manners

Oliver nibbled on the bagel for a while, only managing a quarter maybe less before he placed it down. He took his cup, holding it with both and just staring down at it.

Shiroka quickly finished his bagel, and when he looked over at Oliver he felt something sad in him at how little he had eaten. “Would you like some strawberries?” he asked, hoping to encourage him to eat more

Oliver shook his head, taking a tiny sip of the milk wordlessly. Even though it had barely been anything, he felt like he'd eaten a ton. A part of him wished he could eat more, and another was so reluctant to the idea of food there was always an internal struggle about it.

Shiroka wanted to pout, but he knew that would just make Oliver upset. So instead, he opted for positive reinforcement. "It's good that you ate that much for breakfast, though. Something is certainly better than nothing," he said with a sweet smile

Ollie nodded. A smile tugged at his lips for a second before it faded. He looked down at his lap, breathing in deep before releasing it, "I… I just want everything to go back to the way it was…" He whispered.

Shiroka’s smile fell, and he glanced off to the side. “I…I understand that,” he said softly. He may have been the prince’s retainer, but Oliver had been far closer to him. So who was he to complain?

Oliver bit his lip hard, holding back his tears. He wouldn't cry in front of another person. He couldn't. And yet still a couple tears dripped and Oliver couldn't be bothered to wipe them away, he just let them fall.

Shiroka’s eyes widened when he turned and saw that Oliver had started crying. “Oliver…” he said gently, reaching over instinctively to wrap his arms around him. “It’s okay, let it out. I’m here,” he soothed

Oliver whimpered, followed by a sob. He held onto Shiroka tightly, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. He felt so pathetic but he couldn't hold them back anymore.