this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Oh, I see. You are a benevolent dictator," Niki says with an exaggerated nod. "It is good to understand the sort of leadership of the region I am moving into." Still, at the stilts comment, he pulls a face that is best described as playfully inconvenienced. "I did not anticipate having to walk up so many steps," he admits, fully committed to the bit by now. "Perhaps I ought to see if I can invest in a pulley system to reach my house." Whatever said house may look like and wherever in King's End it might be located.
Finally glancing down at the ring the Heartless is attempting to thrift from his finger - and the way the water magic gives up, albeit wetly, what starts as a wrinkle of the necromancer's nose ends up in a flush of sudden colour in his cheeks. Of course he never intends to, but being a sex demigod is likely to make all sorts of body parts react just by Sunjata being in their vicinity. "Alas, I do not know how it is," he says, dryly amused. "Of all the things I may have dreamed of being, a Frey demigod never entered the equation, I confess."
Besides, the idea of anyone falling over themselves at the sight of him is laughable.
Finally glancing down at the ring the Heartless is attempting to thrift from his finger - and the way the water magic gives up, albeit wetly, what starts as a wrinkle of the necromancer's nose ends up in a flush of sudden colour in his cheeks. Of course he never intends to, but being a sex demigod is likely to make all sorts of body parts react just by Sunjata being in their vicinity. "Alas, I do not know how it is," he says, dryly amused. "Of all the things I may have dreamed of being, a Frey demigod never entered the equation, I confess."
Besides, the idea of anyone falling over themselves at the sight of him is laughable.
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
