the night is lovely as a rose

Vai is more than okay, taking the wine from her lips just in time for Zeph to spit water at her. Swearing colourfully and trying to keep the bottle away from him (she fails, of course, given that he’s basically helping to hold her above the surface), eventually the witch surrenders the drink and concentrates more on staying float, her arms slipping around him. ”Of course you have a master plan,” she says, her words muffled by the way she’s kissing the side of his neck. ”What’s next, then? Or does the schedule of the debonair rogue end with us splashing about in the sea?” Because Vai doesn’t actually mind, if that’s the case. vervain I am always on your side