and I loved you so much it was making me sick
Vai's first mistake was walking away from the bonfires alone.
Her second was refusing to go back to the house to face Zeph. Things had been strained since their trip out to collect starlit stones, since talk of children and going through that growth of a family - again - and her complicated feelings regarding it.
She is paying the price for that now.
Accustomed to pain, is the witch, and yet as she hits the ground a strained cry rips from her throat. She's black and blue, and that says nothing for the blood that paints one side of her face red, that soaks her clothes. Her assailant has been brutal and thorough, and the scars from this will linger, more than skin deep.
Her second was refusing to go back to the house to face Zeph. Things had been strained since their trip out to collect starlit stones, since talk of children and going through that growth of a family - again - and her complicated feelings regarding it.
She is paying the price for that now.
Accustomed to pain, is the witch, and yet as she hits the ground a strained cry rips from her throat. She's black and blue, and that says nothing for the blood that paints one side of her face red, that soaks her clothes. Her assailant has been brutal and thorough, and the scars from this will linger, more than skin deep.
