NIKI
The door opens at last and Niki totters forward on autopilot, hearing neither his name nor the fact that it's coming from Flora's lips. His eyes are open but unseeing, at least by the part of his mind responsible for conscious thought, and he takes a few steps into the room designated, apparently, for Jack Barclay, and reaches out a hand as if to touch a countertop. One that isn't there, of course, because this isn't his house and the room is not his kitchen.
Still, his hand tries for it a couple more times before he gives up, letting it drop to his side. The movement has the wide neck of his t-shirt tugging off one shoulder, and as he turns towards the eerie light streaming in through the window from the storm outside, it's enough to illuminate his pale skin and the deep, jagged scar that cuts diagonally from shoulder to sternum across his chest.
Padding to the window now, his hands reach for a hook or a clasp or a handle, one that should be there in his own home but obviously is completely different here. Finding himself prevented, again, from a sleepwalking routine he's clearly used to performing, Niki's hands drop listlessly once again in silent frustration.
Still, his hand tries for it a couple more times before he gives up, letting it drop to his side. The movement has the wide neck of his t-shirt tugging off one shoulder, and as he turns towards the eerie light streaming in through the window from the storm outside, it's enough to illuminate his pale skin and the deep, jagged scar that cuts diagonally from shoulder to sternum across his chest.
Padding to the window now, his hands reach for a hook or a clasp or a handle, one that should be there in his own home but obviously is completely different here. Finding himself prevented, again, from a sleepwalking routine he's clearly used to performing, Niki's hands drop listlessly once again in silent frustration.
stay your pretty eyes on course
i guess i never really faced my fears before
i guess i never really faced my fears before
