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To Save A Soul.

Posted by Oliver StoneFor group 0
Oliver Stone
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Mon 21 Oct 2019
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To Save A Soul

Oliver watched the last remnants of his beard fall to the sink below, as he lowered his hand and allowed the razor to rest on the countertop. Dead eyes and a blank expression gave away nothing, other than the fact that he was simply going through the motions. There was no love or hate for what he was doing, there was only doing it. It was simple, cathartic almost, if he had been present for the process. But, as was common, Oliver was off in his thoughts.

Raising his eyes to the mirror once more, he met his own gaze in the reflective surface. The shedding of his beard had shaved a good ten years off of his appearance, the corner of his lips pulling upward into a half smile at the thought. Oh, how young and naive he had been back then. How reckless and bullheaded. Only one person was able to get through to him at the time. The relationship between master and apprentice was a subtle, complicated and sometimes messy affair, but he'd had a damn good teacher. Even if he hadn't been a good student, at least at first.

Oliver let the razor slip out of his hand and onto the counter, as his free hand moved toward the faucet. The rush of icy water brought him out of his stupor but for a moment. His gaze fell to the sink as hair washed down the drain. Cupping his hands and leaning forward, Oliver threw water onto his face, in hopes of clearing away any stray strands sticking to his skin. The sensation sent a chill down the man's back, and echoing out through the rest of his body. The feeling... it was familiar.

~Ten Years Prior~

The rush of ice water crashing against his face shocked Oliver out of his dreams, violently drawing him out of his peaceful slumber and into an unpleasant reality. Soaked head to toe, the twenty year old wizard-to-be glared up at his master -one William Artest- who, despite his age and the many troubling things he'd witnessed and suffered through during his extensive life, had not lost his sense of humor, nor his intolerance for those who did not arrive precisely on time.

It was not the first time Oliver had not met Will at the training grounds on time, nor was it the first time his bed had been soaked by a bucket of water enchanted to be extra cold. Deep down, Oliver knew it was his own fault. The old timer had warned him time and time again against being tardy. But, he had always had trouble waking up on time. At least that was his excuse. The truth was that he loved sleeping in, and waking up at 4:30 sharp every single morning to go practice his spellwork was... draining, to say the least.

Oliver's feeling on the subject mattered little to Will, which was quite obvious as the man broke out into an almost giddy fit of laughter, as he watched his apprentice scramble out of his soaked sheets and into the chilly room beyond. Shivering,  Oliver stared daggers at the man holding the bucket, as he tore open his dresser drawers in search of warm clothing and the towel he stashed there after previous rude awakenings by his master. Drying off as quickly as possible, he frantically slipped into a hoodie and a pair of jeans before turning back to face his tormentor.

"Is that really necessary every single time?" Oliver snapped at him. "Only when you're late, or if I'm in need of a good laugh, Ollie," Will shot back with a playful grin as he turned to leave the room. "Should've learned by now," he added on as he turned and headed toward the kitchen.

Oliver watched as Will left the room, rolling his eyes behind the man's back. Will was right. It had happened several times at that point, he was just too stubborn to give in to the old timer's demands, consequences be damned.

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