i want my life to look like sunflowers and leather

NIKI

"Mageglass," Niki repeats, his brow furrowing, before recognition hits and he nods, not attempting to hide his interest. "A... a glow-up, did you say?" he echoes, the phrase sounding a little clumsy in his accent, but he understands what she's getting at. "Would you still want it to look like a necklace? I have made rings, bracelets, earrings... many different types of jewellery, in truth. I could show you some of my work, if you wanted to see?"

Blinking as if just realising how quickly the offer has slipped out, Niki raises his hand in polite apology. "That is, only if you would like to," he adds. It seems he isn't the only one guilty of getting ahead of himself, though, the boy left gaping at Flora for her almost too generous free trip to Torchline. "I... well, I mean. I would have nowhere to stay," he protests, though it is much more difficult to say no to the Doubletake with her kindness and sincerity and easy amusement than it had been to deny sharp-tongued Vesper.

The Mathair is almost a relief in her distraction, and while Niki doesn't reach out to touch the bark, he does smile up at the branches arcing overhead. "Ah, you were there to help her overcome the void? I suppose I should not have been surprised," he says. "What was she like? Terror aside, I mean."

stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!