JRWI tings :P

No. 52 (pt.2)

//Riptide :D

This is a request as a continuation of a previous prompt from hercega !!

I swear I have such a vivid memory of writing this out I have no clue why- Idk if I did it as a draft when you first requested it and deleted it by accident or not,, either way here it is..! Hopefully, it's okay-! twas v cute to write :D

Ignore me adding Old Man Earl to this because I miss him ;')

TW// None that I can think of..! (if there are, please lemme know!! :D)

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Ollie had been doing better.

There were still bad days, of course, but things started to become a bit easier as the half-elf went through the motions day in, and day out. Chip, Jay and Gillion had been there as support as well, having been great company if Ollie had trouble sleeping, all acting as helpful presences in their own respective ways, or even for the company they provided overall.

Ollie had found that forcing himself into conversations between the trio was too much for him, the longer he remained silent, passively listening to the typical jokes and playful jabs, the louder his thoughts became, rendering him overwhelmed within a minute. So instead, when Ollie needed someone with him but found himself too tired to join in with the natural chaos that the Riptide Pirates possessed, he would seek out whoever he felt would help the most, finding it to be a successful solution.

If Ollie simply needed someone to listen to, both Gillion, as well as Chip, would be a good option, Chip being quick at talking about nothing for however long was needed, whereas Gillion told stories of his life before he came to the overseas.

Chip would provide if lacking any interesting stories of his day, stories of his adventures instead. Tales of action, quick wit and clever escapes. Ollie had been on a few adventures with Chip and the others by now, so he knew the extent of where the truth ended in Chip's rants, and especially where the exaggerations began. Nevertheless, the sound of his voice, sometimes fluctuating when mocking a crewmate's voice or two, was calming. Safe.

As for Gillion, the triton would tell of some of his experiences back home, typically depicting the sights. The corals, the gravel and sand, the shells he would be given by his sister Edyn, having gotten into the routine while Gillion had an emptier schedule, to go out and collect some shells, bringing them back to her younger brother. Ollie had come to notice a lack of any stories including Gillion as a whole, for someone who had so many tales to tell of his home and what it was like, it lacked a severe amount of Gillion Tidestrider. But this was okay. Any other time, Ollie may have questioned it, but for how little energy the young boy possessed, he would leave it.

For times when some company was all the young boy needed, Jay would be more than happy to sit with Ollie, often tinkering with a small project, picking some gadget apart before putting it back together. It seemed that both of them enjoyed the way everything slowly fit into place to create a larger mechanism. Some days Jay would see that Ollie needed a bit more of a distraction, opting to say what she was doing while doing it, redirecting his attention back to her. Ollie's interest usually stuck by then, sometimes enough to even urge a question or two. The questions would be small, usually along the lines of "What does that part do..?" or "Why does that go first before that piece?". Jay would always offer an answer, if anything the back and forth the two shared helped her to secure the knowledge in the way whatever she was tinkering with actually worked.

Today had been an especially hard day. Even if he was gradually doing better after learning of his father's passing, the conflicting knowledge of understanding he'd never truly get any closure over the fact seemed to always find a way to whisper into the back of the boy's mind.