stay your pretty eyes on course
"And did they?" Niki asks before he can stop himself, blue eyes lighting up with something openly interested. "Scrape the sky, I mean." Suddenly they seem less like buildings and more like eldritch creatures looming over the streets below, black doorways for mouths and dozens of flickering windows for eyes. And forgive a young necromancer for being excited at the idea, however briefly. Sunjata's old world is beginning to seem captivating in its gothic unrest and drumming rainfall, and it's a good thing there's talk of dead hearts to distract him, or Niki might have asked to see the underbelly in question.
Trying to fathom the irony in such a tragic story, he's soon abandons the train of thought to instead ponder over opening up a heart, and then the offer to be shown such a thing. Biting his tongue to stop his immediate agreement, Niki gently clears his throat and tries for a shrug that fails to hide his obvious intrigue. "Only if you are comfortable doing so," he says slowly. "...And you can really feel nothing at all?"
Trying to fathom the irony in such a tragic story, he's soon abandons the train of thought to instead ponder over opening up a heart, and then the offer to be shown such a thing. Biting his tongue to stop his immediate agreement, Niki gently clears his throat and tries for a shrug that fails to hide his obvious intrigue. "Only if you are comfortable doing so," he says slowly. "...And you can really feel nothing at all?"
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
