Vervain
even the darkest night
will end
will end
"And then suddenly you turn around and it's the middle of the night and you can't remember the last time you spoke to any of the people who care about you?" Vai ventures, and it very much sounds as if she's speaking from experience. She sips at her tea, not nearly as eagerly as Remi but enjoying it nonetheless, and she reaches out to rest a cool hand over the top of his. "I'll always be here for you, night or day - just give my window a tap like you did just now." She winks.
She doesn't need to tell Remi me too, not when her emotions will ring brightly from her and into the alchemist. He'll sense too, as he asks his question, just how Vai is and how she isn't. Her trust in Torchline has been broken, and she misses the whisper of the wind in the trees and the feel of soft earth underfoot. "I'm tired," she tells him honestly. "I don't enjoy going out the way I used to. But things are... good, I guess? Felix is thriving. Zeph is Zeph."
She doesn't need to tell Remi me too, not when her emotions will ring brightly from her and into the alchemist. He'll sense too, as he asks his question, just how Vai is and how she isn't. Her trust in Torchline has been broken, and she misses the whisper of the wind in the trees and the feel of soft earth underfoot. "I'm tired," she tells him honestly. "I don't enjoy going out the way I used to. But things are... good, I guess? Felix is thriving. Zeph is Zeph."
and the sun
will rise
will rise
