NIKI
"I thought so too," Niki says dryly. "And I do happen to do all of my own stunts, so that tracks." No stunt doubles to go falling down riverbanks or tripping over their feet on his behalf, no siree. Today, evidently, he's a little too tired to squirm in Vesper's presence (just yet, anyway), his thoughts blunted by the cold weather and the late night. It also explains his gratitude when offered one of the various pots of tea; pushing up the sleeves of his sweater to reveal forearms silvered with a plethora of different scars, he selects a black tea, taking it without milk or honey.
"I believe I met one of those people last season. After they were alive again, of course," he says, sipping from his cup and letting his shoulders relax down somewhat. "Her name was Flora." And there had been no further instances of death or resurrection afterwards, much to Niki's disappointment. The Festival of Lights being held at the Stone Symphony had been a pleasant surprise, though. But anyway.
"Here," he says, setting down his cup and reaching out to open the box he'd brought, revealing the creations within.
Not hair combs as Vesper had originally suggested, but hair pins, each long and slender, one gilded with gold atop which shimmers a disc of sunshine, the other wrapped in silver topped with a crescent moon. "Beautiful as they are dangerous," he remarks softly, selecting one of them to remove it from the box. With a gentle tug, the pin comes apart like a sword being unsheathed, revealing a thin, wicked looking blade within it.
"I believe I met one of those people last season. After they were alive again, of course," he says, sipping from his cup and letting his shoulders relax down somewhat. "Her name was Flora." And there had been no further instances of death or resurrection afterwards, much to Niki's disappointment. The Festival of Lights being held at the Stone Symphony had been a pleasant surprise, though. But anyway.
"Here," he says, setting down his cup and reaching out to open the box he'd brought, revealing the creations within.
Not hair combs as Vesper had originally suggested, but hair pins, each long and slender, one gilded with gold atop which shimmers a disc of sunshine, the other wrapped in silver topped with a crescent moon. "Beautiful as they are dangerous," he remarks softly, selecting one of them to remove it from the box. With a gentle tug, the pin comes apart like a sword being unsheathed, revealing a thin, wicked looking blade within it.
my body's on the line now, I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face
I can feel the light shine on my face
