faded on a thread

NIKI

The easy smiles and simple charm would be enough to undo Niki on a normal day, let alone when Frey's demigod decides to show up on his doorstep in the middle of the night, and it's only the soft slurring of Sunjata's words and the faint smell of liquor on him as he steps inside that clues the necromancer into the truth of it. "Oh, I see," he says of the party on The Ark, only knowing the ship by name and the vague shape of her once or twice through the trees in the Greatwood.

I'm pretty fucked up has a smirk on his face rather without his permission, though, Niki locking the front door and gesturing for Sunjata to go through into the rest of the house. "I recently acquired a couch, so that is unnecessary," he tells him, spending a moment lighting a few other lamps and heading to the fireplace to stoke it and start to warm the place up a little more.

It's still the bare bones of what will one day be a very lived in space, but the couch is indeed there before the fireplace; an antique thing, by the look of it, all fantastically carved wood and plush green cushions, large enough for a very tall demigod to be able to lay down comfortably. "Can I get you anything to drink?" Not liquor, but something warm to take the edge off the cold.

stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!