this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Good. I didn't pick it out with people sleepin' on it in mind, but it's always nice to know." Smirking and feeling himself start to take longer between blinks before opening his eyes again, Niki inhales a deep and steadying breath as if it might help to keep him focused. (It won't - he's fighting a rapidly losing battle and they all know it). The compliment has him grinning, at least, though when he speaks it will be clear to Sunjata that he's entirely missed the point of it.
"Thanks. They don't really do much so it's not hard to talk to 'em. Or it wasn't anyway - I haven't done that sort of thing for a little while." Not officially, anyway, but that part of his life had also been firmly locked up in his house in the Greatwood, and his new abode does not yet have the same accommodations.
The feel of sudden, warm fingers brushing across his face has the necromancer's breath hitching in his throat, and he's left blinking after Sunjata's hand long after it withdraws, as if the simple touch had been something as searing and unexpected as it had been welcome. "...Yeah," he mumbles, unable to figure out if he'd imagined it and so opting to try and forget it altogether. "G'night, Sunjata."
"Thanks. They don't really do much so it's not hard to talk to 'em. Or it wasn't anyway - I haven't done that sort of thing for a little while." Not officially, anyway, but that part of his life had also been firmly locked up in his house in the Greatwood, and his new abode does not yet have the same accommodations.
The feel of sudden, warm fingers brushing across his face has the necromancer's breath hitching in his throat, and he's left blinking after Sunjata's hand long after it withdraws, as if the simple touch had been something as searing and unexpected as it had been welcome. "...Yeah," he mumbles, unable to figure out if he'd imagined it and so opting to try and forget it altogether. "G'night, Sunjata."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
