stay your pretty eyes on course
Sunjata has no idea of the dark imagery that now blooms to life behind Niki's eyes, all sharp stone fingers clawing at the clouds or tearing strips out of the endless blue, and he crushes down the mental pictures just in case, gods forbid, the magic in the room begins to recreate them. Instead he watches the Heartless cross to let Petronella outside, set aglow by the soft lamplight of the library, though it does highlight the weariness in his face, he realises.
"That sounds confusing," he admits of the other man's description of what he's lost and what he can't really feel about it. "Like part of a story you cannot place. Though I suppose it could be worse..." Not that Niki has any experience at all with that sort of thing. In fact it's only that he thinks this is the first time he's heard Sunjata openly swear that makes him think so.
But Petronella is back before he can speak more about it, and before Niki can so much as properly sit up, Sunjata is drawing his chair closer and handing him a curious box. Realising that this is what he'd meant by opening it, the necromancer wastes little time in doing just that, if not carefully and meticulously, as is his way.
Staring at the heart within feels like peeking at a secret he ought not to know, in truth, though it's with a scientist's eye that he lifts the box up to examine it closer, before setting it down again. "It almost appears petrified," he says softly. "Like stone." Setting the box back in his lap, he feels the strange surge of his cold magic thrum through him, begging him to try and use it on the withered thing inside the box, and he promptly - and suddenly - closes the lid as if to stop himself.
"That sounds confusing," he admits of the other man's description of what he's lost and what he can't really feel about it. "Like part of a story you cannot place. Though I suppose it could be worse..." Not that Niki has any experience at all with that sort of thing. In fact it's only that he thinks this is the first time he's heard Sunjata openly swear that makes him think so.
But Petronella is back before he can speak more about it, and before Niki can so much as properly sit up, Sunjata is drawing his chair closer and handing him a curious box. Realising that this is what he'd meant by opening it, the necromancer wastes little time in doing just that, if not carefully and meticulously, as is his way.
Staring at the heart within feels like peeking at a secret he ought not to know, in truth, though it's with a scientist's eye that he lifts the box up to examine it closer, before setting it down again. "It almost appears petrified," he says softly. "Like stone." Setting the box back in his lap, he feels the strange surge of his cold magic thrum through him, begging him to try and use it on the withered thing inside the box, and he promptly - and suddenly - closes the lid as if to stop himself.
Niki
I guess I never really faced my fears before
