NIKI
Whether Flora intends to or not, her attempt at reassurance lands like a thorn pricking unexpectedly into the pad of a fingertip. Maybe he just finds everyone attractive, Niki. Even you. But although it's a bitter thing, it slots quickly and surprisingly easily into the necromancer's already steadfast logic about himself and the world, and he nods around the last of his drink. "Maybe," he agrees, and by the time her arm is moving around him and she's swerved from hard truths to pep talks, he's beyond needing it.
"You are a sweet liar, Flora, but there is no need," he says with a tipsy smile, gesturing about the party with his empty glass. "I am in a room full of demigods and poster children, but we cannot all be that way, and that is okay." They may be scarred, but they wear them with attractive ease. They may have flaws, but those flaws are prettily displayed. "Speaking of which, I ought not to be monopolising your whole night. Besides, it is about time I found somewhere to sit before my body decides without me."
"You are a sweet liar, Flora, but there is no need," he says with a tipsy smile, gesturing about the party with his empty glass. "I am in a room full of demigods and poster children, but we cannot all be that way, and that is okay." They may be scarred, but they wear them with attractive ease. They may have flaws, but those flaws are prettily displayed. "Speaking of which, I ought not to be monopolising your whole night. Besides, it is about time I found somewhere to sit before my body decides without me."
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
