pour one out for our ghosts

and I loved you so much it was making me sick

”Okay. Let me know if that changes,” Vai murmurs, his head dropping hard onto her shoulder. She smiles a little, turning to drop a gentle kiss against his hair, her fingers still strumming careful patterns over the back of his hand. It feels like an eternity that they sit together, while the brilliant reds and golds fade to deep purples and blues, the sun slowly dying low beneath the horizon.

The Zeph speaks again, the witch opening her eyes and glancing down at him, arching an eyebrow. Vervy? They’ll have words about that one when he’s sober again. ”A secret? We’ve reached that stage of trust already, have we?” she asks, her voice low and sweet. ”Go ahead, I’m all ears.”