this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"I see. Quite." Niki can't help the smile that tugs at his lips to watch the feline stretch and prowl around the bed as if surveying a territory, only to spring up and into his lap in the end. This is routine by now, though the irritation is something felt in tiny pinprick claws against his thighs and knees, but Niki doesn't flinch away from it. He doesn't reach out for the silken black fur either, not until the first thrumming purrs begin; only then do his clever fingers start to scritch around Vesper's ears.
"A lot of things are changing, I know," he says as though the feline has communicated as much without ever saying a word. "The house does not look or smell the same. Things keep disappearing and moving. I am sure it must all feel rather overwhelming, especially for you." Animal senses being what they are, he means. "I am sorry for that. But once things are settled in King's End, it will be as though we have always been there."
"A lot of things are changing, I know," he says as though the feline has communicated as much without ever saying a word. "The house does not look or smell the same. Things keep disappearing and moving. I am sure it must all feel rather overwhelming, especially for you." Animal senses being what they are, he means. "I am sorry for that. But once things are settled in King's End, it will be as though we have always been there."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
