to heal a wound, you need to stop touching it
"Well, if you do, you be sure to find a way to let me know. I think you'd make quite a good fox, personally." Grinning, Vai lets the silence settle upon them, comfortable and easy, as if to take these few minutes and let them soak into all the spaces where things have been left unfinished or unsaid, to smooth over where the years have left their marks to make space for something new, something better. And when he calls her good, it's with a gentle laugh that she draws back as well, cupping his face in her hands.
"So are you, Sunny," she whispers, a thumb brushing across his cheek. "You're good, and kind, and I know those are the sorts of things you were taught to be ashamed of, but I hope you're learning to be proud of them. Because I'm proud of them, and I'm proud of you." It is about time he was allowed to breathe and be happy, not just with the love he's found or the space he's made for himself, but with the person he is.
"So are you, Sunny," she whispers, a thumb brushing across his cheek. "You're good, and kind, and I know those are the sorts of things you were taught to be ashamed of, but I hope you're learning to be proud of them. Because I'm proud of them, and I'm proud of you." It is about time he was allowed to breathe and be happy, not just with the love he's found or the space he's made for himself, but with the person he is.
Vervain
