and I loved you so much it was making me sick
Something to mourn, then.
It’s clear as soon as she gets a good look at him, never mind when the words grate through the air. Still, it’s not a fuck off, and as Zeph knows too well, Vai has a habit of doing what she wants regardless of being given the say so.
So she moves the bottle, takes her seat beside him, and tilts her head back for a healthy swig before offering it back. ”What’s the occasion?” she asks, voice softer but made more husky by the bite of the liquor. An anniversary? Birthday? Death day? Vai has been through them all in the years without her daughter. They hurt more each time, she finds, rather than less.
”The other deckhands seem shit-scared to come up here, whatever it is.”
It’s clear as soon as she gets a good look at him, never mind when the words grate through the air. Still, it’s not a fuck off, and as Zeph knows too well, Vai has a habit of doing what she wants regardless of being given the say so.
So she moves the bottle, takes her seat beside him, and tilts her head back for a healthy swig before offering it back. ”What’s the occasion?” she asks, voice softer but made more husky by the bite of the liquor. An anniversary? Birthday? Death day? Vai has been through them all in the years without her daughter. They hurt more each time, she finds, rather than less.
”The other deckhands seem shit-scared to come up here, whatever it is.”
