look at everything you've overcome - don't give up now
"Don't go telling everyone my secrets," Vai quips, flashing a wicked smile to Flora that she promptly douses with a generous drink of wine. "The raisin heart and spellbook liver are the key to all of my power." Winking at her and taking another sip of wine, it's with a content sigh that she leans against the table beside Flora, leaning companionably into her warmth and the sweet fragrance of the flowers that adorn her. "Of course he did," she trills of Mateo. "I always figured he would go far with those seedlings of his."
All of them have taken the pieces of her she'd imparted and used them in their own way - even Enzo, whose wings had been clipped well before their time. (Though she often gets the sense that he's waiting in Mort's halls, rather than fully existing in them as the rest of them do).
"Oh, everything, sweet girl. I want to hear it all," she insists, promptly settling in to listen, however tragic, dramatic, or morose it might get. And listen Vai does, without interruption, even though she recognises Jack's name and knows all about his reputation; even if she might have seen the fireball of their breakup coming before either one of them did. But of course that isn't it, and her head tilts at act 2 of Flora's tragicomedy, the witch wincing as things go from mythical, doomed lovestory to the typical drama of romance in one's twenties.
Vai lets out a low whistle, then leans in to kiss Flora's curls. "Your heart has taken quite the battering, hasn't it?" she says quietly. "Much as you'll look back and be glad of it all one day - and you will, I promise you - in the moment it really fucking sucks. I'm sorry, sweetheart."
Smiling, though, at Enzo's advice, the witch can only offer a tentative shrug. "He might have a point, you know. Focusing on yourself for a bit can be really healing. And, between you and me, sometimes self-care out of spite works wonders." She winks.
All of them have taken the pieces of her she'd imparted and used them in their own way - even Enzo, whose wings had been clipped well before their time. (Though she often gets the sense that he's waiting in Mort's halls, rather than fully existing in them as the rest of them do).
"Oh, everything, sweet girl. I want to hear it all," she insists, promptly settling in to listen, however tragic, dramatic, or morose it might get. And listen Vai does, without interruption, even though she recognises Jack's name and knows all about his reputation; even if she might have seen the fireball of their breakup coming before either one of them did. But of course that isn't it, and her head tilts at act 2 of Flora's tragicomedy, the witch wincing as things go from mythical, doomed lovestory to the typical drama of romance in one's twenties.
Vai lets out a low whistle, then leans in to kiss Flora's curls. "Your heart has taken quite the battering, hasn't it?" she says quietly. "Much as you'll look back and be glad of it all one day - and you will, I promise you - in the moment it really fucking sucks. I'm sorry, sweetheart."
Smiling, though, at Enzo's advice, the witch can only offer a tentative shrug. "He might have a point, you know. Focusing on yourself for a bit can be really healing. And, between you and me, sometimes self-care out of spite works wonders." She winks.
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