NIKI
Niki in Torchline looks pretty much like what you would expect. Sitting opposite Flora at the picnic table - his seat is the one mostly wreathed in the shade of the palms - and stirring at his own drink (a shot of espresso poured over a glass of crushed ice), he raises his eyebrows at her over the sunglasses he's been forced to procure to ward against the glare. It's far too hot for his usual garb, but whilst he's not given up the long sleeves or sweaters, they've dimmed to shades of dove grey and slate blue that bring out his eyes, when he dares to squint across the boardwalk without protection.
"The little of it that I remember was fun," he tells her with a soft chuckle, raising his coffee to his lips to take a sip. "The morning after much less so. If you had told me that my first time properly drinking would be at a party attended by demigods and Mort's herald, I would have laughed at you." But his life has changed in more than one way since the Greatwood had opened back up - and especially since meeting Flora.
"Did you?"
"The little of it that I remember was fun," he tells her with a soft chuckle, raising his coffee to his lips to take a sip. "The morning after much less so. If you had told me that my first time properly drinking would be at a party attended by demigods and Mort's herald, I would have laughed at you." But his life has changed in more than one way since the Greatwood had opened back up - and especially since meeting Flora.
"Did you?"
stay your pretty eyes on course
i guess i never really faced my fears before
i guess i never really faced my fears before
