NIKI
Niki releases her easily, assuming she's stepping away to let him go and find somewhere to pass out sit down and make camp for the evening, and he's just managed to set his empty glass down when she seizes his hand. His protest dies on his tongue as her ring slips onto his finger, and thanks to their conversation only a few minutes prior, he knows exactly what it's for and what it does. So when she speaks and there's not even a flicker of deceit from the ring on his pinky, he can't help but soften a bit, a crooked smile on his lips.
"And if only you were a Florian rather than a Flora, I would happily attempt to steal you from your fiance," he says, though there is still gratitude in his expression as he returns her jewellery to its rightful place on his hand. "And it will not be a case of not being bothered, I assure you. Those stairs are going to become a real problem soon, I can tell." He settles against her side again, adjusting his cane in his grip and heading for the couch in question, more than content to admire the festivities (and the soon-to-be drama) from there.
~FIN
"And if only you were a Florian rather than a Flora, I would happily attempt to steal you from your fiance," he says, though there is still gratitude in his expression as he returns her jewellery to its rightful place on his hand. "And it will not be a case of not being bothered, I assure you. Those stairs are going to become a real problem soon, I can tell." He settles against her side again, adjusting his cane in his grip and heading for the couch in question, more than content to admire the festivities (and the soon-to-be drama) from there.
~FIN
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
