I'm a good man. I've done terrible things. But I'm a good man.
The bottle of Vodka seemed to taunt him in his stash, but he decided about revealing such delicate and secretive matters just yet. In fact, he had drastically cut back. He used to consume a massive amount of alcohol, to drown his sorrows, to cover up his emotional wounds beneath a bandage of alcohol, but he could not find the same solace in the demon drink any more. Pushing away such...thoughts, he glanced to the bottle and shook his head, smiling half-heartily towards Lexi. The man, who's name he just learned was Dr. Silver's just collapsed into the sofa. He didn't seem to register any sort of...distress, so he just seemed drained and tired. Nikolai glanced at him for a moment, before turning back to Lexi.
Even more so than before, Nikolai seemed...distant. Cold. Lost to himself. He glanced at Lexi, turning slowly towards her. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't find words. He just needed...space. He projected a thought of flight into her head, and he bolted towards the door. He gently opened up, and stood out in the gravel driveway. He cracked his neck, and let his wings unfurl. They came visible and off of his back, and they expanded quickly, and soon, his body began to spark, and his eyes began to burn, and soon, his wings caught fire, and his body was engulfed in flames. He needed this, this release, this pure rush. He put his hands together, and gave his wings one giant flap, and took off into the air. There was a trail of fire behind him, but it disparate quickly in the cold night air. Nikolai kept going, and going, and going, until all that was left was a trail of fire somewhere off in the horizon. He didn't know where he was going, or when he was going to stop, but he knew, that he would eventually come back to the Rose in a few hours. He would have his head cleared, but he honestly couldn't say what exactly was bothering him at the moment when it came to what exactly he was feeling.