Nikki opened one eye slowly, only to see the blonde girl leaning over him. She'd had a guitar with her, which was tossed behind her in its case. The girl seemed to be about Nikki's age, with porcelain skin. She had delicate light blonde hair, not so much bright blonde as a pale golden color, it fell over her face in wispy waves. Her eyes sparkled blue, the same blue as Giovanni's but much more inviting and warm.
(Mysterious girl!!!!)
"You alright?" She asked concernedly.
Nikki nodded, "Yeah. I'm fine..." Nikki said slowly as he sat up, leaning against the brick wall. He ran his hand through his hair, his head was throbbing in his ears.
She held out a hand. "I'm sorry, how rude of me, I'm Noire."
Nikki looked at her with an odd look on his face. "I thought you looked familiar, what are you doing in a place like this??? You must be filthy rich by now!!"
(The lovely, Noire)
"And so are you, Nikki Valentine." The reasons I'm here are my buisness, and mine alone. Noire grinned at Nikki after a brief pause, she stood up and held out her hand, "C'mon, i know this great Cafe not too far from here." Noire said giggling.
Nikki wasn't so much surprised that she knew his name as much as the fact that she was willing to help him out though she obviously was aware of just exactly who he was. Then again, Nikki was never really one for looking a gift horse in the mouth, and Nikki really didn't have anything better to do, so Nikki stood and helped Noire pick up her guitar as well as some music she'd dropped and they walked from the alley, leaving Marc behind.
Noire and Nikki ordered their drinks, Noire ordered black coffee, along with Nikki. They talked a bit, mostly just small talk, about how annoying it was to be recognized on the streets and stuff.
Noire kept speaking, and then picking up her napkin and scribbling something on it with a fountain pen she'd dug from her purse, then she'd put the end of the pen to the side of her mouth, as if deep in thought, and then continue writing, all the while, holding a conversation.
Nikki finally asked. "What are you writing on that napkin???"
Noire blushed, "well, i guess meeting you kind of inspired me... I'm writing a song."
Nikki was taken aback "What about?" He asked suspiciously.
Noire sighed as she took another sip of her coffee. "You." She said wincing. "I know we just met, but i felt like i've known you forever...i dunno, i guess, you just remiind me of someone... You can read it if you like."
Noire offered Nikki the napkin. "Tell me what you think, i just finished"
Nikki began to read the napkin, it said:
He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He’s as damned as he seems
And more heaven than a heart should hold
And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain’t right
It just ain’t right
Oh cuz I don’t know
I don’t know what he’s after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster??
He's magic and myth,
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight
Oh cuz I don’t know
I don’t know what he’s after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?
He’s soft to the touch
But frayed at the end he breaks
He’s never enough
And still leaves more than I can take
Oh cuz I don’t know
I don’t know what he’s after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?
He’s beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster...
(Yes. It's a Kelly Clarkson song, for continuity's sake, all of Noire's sons will be Kelly Clarkson songs.)
"Sorry, its a bit forward of me..." Noire said, blushing when she saw Nikki's shocked expression. She rested her elbows on the table and rested her chin in them, "I dunno, i just....y'know."
Nikki raised an eyebrow, this was all too weird.
(Mysterious girl!!!!)
"You alright?" She asked concernedly.
Nikki nodded, "Yeah. I'm fine..." Nikki said slowly as he sat up, leaning against the brick wall. He ran his hand through his hair, his head was throbbing in his ears.
She held out a hand. "I'm sorry, how rude of me, I'm Noire."
Nikki looked at her with an odd look on his face. "I thought you looked familiar, what are you doing in a place like this??? You must be filthy rich by now!!"
(The lovely, Noire)
"And so are you, Nikki Valentine." The reasons I'm here are my buisness, and mine alone. Noire grinned at Nikki after a brief pause, she stood up and held out her hand, "C'mon, i know this great Cafe not too far from here." Noire said giggling.
Nikki wasn't so much surprised that she knew his name as much as the fact that she was willing to help him out though she obviously was aware of just exactly who he was. Then again, Nikki was never really one for looking a gift horse in the mouth, and Nikki really didn't have anything better to do, so Nikki stood and helped Noire pick up her guitar as well as some music she'd dropped and they walked from the alley, leaving Marc behind.
Noire and Nikki ordered their drinks, Noire ordered black coffee, along with Nikki. They talked a bit, mostly just small talk, about how annoying it was to be recognized on the streets and stuff.
Noire kept speaking, and then picking up her napkin and scribbling something on it with a fountain pen she'd dug from her purse, then she'd put the end of the pen to the side of her mouth, as if deep in thought, and then continue writing, all the while, holding a conversation.
Nikki finally asked. "What are you writing on that napkin???"
Noire blushed, "well, i guess meeting you kind of inspired me... I'm writing a song."
Nikki was taken aback "What about?" He asked suspiciously.
Noire sighed as she took another sip of her coffee. "You." She said wincing. "I know we just met, but i felt like i've known you forever...i dunno, i guess, you just remiind me of someone... You can read it if you like."
Noire offered Nikki the napkin. "Tell me what you think, i just finished"
Nikki began to read the napkin, it said:
He drowns in his dreams
An exquisite extreme I know
He’s as damned as he seems
And more heaven than a heart should hold
And if I try to save him
My whole world could cave in
It just ain’t right
It just ain’t right
Oh cuz I don’t know
I don’t know what he’s after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster??
He's magic and myth,
As strong as what I believe
A tragedy with
More damage than a soul should see
And do I try to change him
So hard not to blame him
Hold on tight
Hold on tight
Oh cuz I don’t know
I don’t know what he’s after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?
He’s soft to the touch
But frayed at the end he breaks
He’s never enough
And still leaves more than I can take
Oh cuz I don’t know
I don’t know what he’s after
But he’s so beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster
And if I could hold on
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?
He’s beautiful
Such a beautiful disaster...
(Yes. It's a Kelly Clarkson song, for continuity's sake, all of Noire's sons will be Kelly Clarkson songs.)
"Sorry, its a bit forward of me..." Noire said, blushing when she saw Nikki's shocked expression. She rested her elbows on the table and rested her chin in them, "I dunno, i just....y'know."
Nikki raised an eyebrow, this was all too weird.
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