NIKI
"Clearly no, I do not think that," Niki murmurs, wiping at a bit of flour still sprinkled across the counter and rubbing it between his fingers. The necromancer might be dry as kindling and sharp as a whipcrack when it comes to his general demeanour and confidence, but evidently there's more than one chink in that armour where he can be wounded, where insecurity and inexperience have knotted together to create a monster better avoided than vanquished in his mind.
Rolling his shoulders as if that might help to loosen the tension suddenly locked in them, Niki finds himself with little left to measure, and so instead fusses about to grab a pan to make only the gods know what at this point. He hasn't much been paying attention beyond cursory measurements of ingredients.
"Yet?" He scoffs gently at that. "Alas, that is not one of the magics I have learned. And I suppose I understand - it must be difficult that way, being a demigod of Frey. People must expect things from you whether or not you feel like obliging."
Rolling his shoulders as if that might help to loosen the tension suddenly locked in them, Niki finds himself with little left to measure, and so instead fusses about to grab a pan to make only the gods know what at this point. He hasn't much been paying attention beyond cursory measurements of ingredients.
"Yet?" He scoffs gently at that. "Alas, that is not one of the magics I have learned. And I suppose I understand - it must be difficult that way, being a demigod of Frey. People must expect things from you whether or not you feel like obliging."
stay your pretty eyes on course
keep the memories of who i was before
keep the memories of who i was before
