NIKI
"Tainted," Niki repeats, trying and failing to hide his smirk even if it's directed now into his cup of coffee, and he soon lifts it to his lips again as if he might stand a chance at hiding his amusement. "If you ever happen to remember one of your old texts in the library you can conjure in the House of Midnight, I would be interested in reading it." Taking a long, slow sip of his drink, his eyes finally flick up to track the wings he can easily imagine span all across the demigod's back.
"Most habits are, from what I have heard," he agrees, lowering his cup and expecting, almost, for the conversation to bounce along to something different. But as Sunjata outright asks the question, Niki surprises even himself with the immediacy of his response. "Yes I would," he says, feeling heat rush to his cheeks but ploughing onwards, since he's begun.
"Some scars are not earned. They exist simply because things were done to you. I do not imagine many people would keep those, if they were given the option to remove them."
"Most habits are, from what I have heard," he agrees, lowering his cup and expecting, almost, for the conversation to bounce along to something different. But as Sunjata outright asks the question, Niki surprises even himself with the immediacy of his response. "Yes I would," he says, feeling heat rush to his cheeks but ploughing onwards, since he's begun.
"Some scars are not earned. They exist simply because things were done to you. I do not imagine many people would keep those, if they were given the option to remove them."
my body's on the line now, I can't fight this time now
I can feel the light shine on my face
I can feel the light shine on my face
