NIKI
"Ah, then it is perhaps less likely that we would have encountered one another. I imagine you would have been running through the woods or climbing trees while I was inside reading somewhere," Niki says with a soft chuckle. He doesn't begrudge their differences in childhood - it isn't as though he dislikes reading, after all - but it has meant that they have developed necessarily differences when it comes to the need to socialise.
As for his parents, he shakes his head softly; it isn't an unwelcome question, even when strangers ask, because Niki has no memory to bring hurt from it. "I really do not know," he says. "All I remember is that it was Flowerbirth. There was a storm, and a fire I think from a lightning strike. Then they were gone." Whether killed by a falling branch, swept away in floodwater or perishing in a fire, he hasn't a clue.
"Oh, neither," he says of her suggestions for bikini materials. "More like leather and chains." Interrupted by his own laughter - because Niki is self-aware enough that the mental image in and of itself is hilarious, he shakes his head. "Perhaps sequins. I do not know that I would be able to move with the weight of any chains."
Soon enough they come upon the coffee stand, Niki falling to a halt so they can wait in line for a drink. "I have only seen him in passing at the masquerade," he confesses. "I did not know that being a demigod of death made good coffee a necessity, though I am far from displeased to learn it."
As for his parents, he shakes his head softly; it isn't an unwelcome question, even when strangers ask, because Niki has no memory to bring hurt from it. "I really do not know," he says. "All I remember is that it was Flowerbirth. There was a storm, and a fire I think from a lightning strike. Then they were gone." Whether killed by a falling branch, swept away in floodwater or perishing in a fire, he hasn't a clue.
"Oh, neither," he says of her suggestions for bikini materials. "More like leather and chains." Interrupted by his own laughter - because Niki is self-aware enough that the mental image in and of itself is hilarious, he shakes his head. "Perhaps sequins. I do not know that I would be able to move with the weight of any chains."
Soon enough they come upon the coffee stand, Niki falling to a halt so they can wait in line for a drink. "I have only seen him in passing at the masquerade," he confesses. "I did not know that being a demigod of death made good coffee a necessity, though I am far from displeased to learn it."
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
