and I loved you so much it was making me sick
But fuck if the drunk bastard can’t salvage a situation. Vai is seething quietly beside Zeph, not expecting him to heed her words but still feeling her jaw feather when he speaks. Only it’s not a continuation of the slurred mistakes and wishes of things he’d never done with her - it’s an explanation, if only she’d considered asking why.
Glaring down into the sea, her blue eyes soften bit by bit, shoulders relaxing, and as he pulls away she inhales deeply, glancing across at him. ”You scare me too,” she admits. ”You’re... grounded. I’ve never had that.” It’s an unfamiliar feeling, to be around someone who is sure of their place in the world. It’s nice enough to be afraid of it turning out to be a lie.
”Nah. I was wrong - you should keep talking. They say it’s good to get shit off your chest.” She gives him a gentle nudge with her elbow, reaching up to tease her fingers through the back of his hair, her thumb grazing over a stubbled jaw. ”That shrine really fucked with you, huh.”
Glaring down into the sea, her blue eyes soften bit by bit, shoulders relaxing, and as he pulls away she inhales deeply, glancing across at him. ”You scare me too,” she admits. ”You’re... grounded. I’ve never had that.” It’s an unfamiliar feeling, to be around someone who is sure of their place in the world. It’s nice enough to be afraid of it turning out to be a lie.
”Nah. I was wrong - you should keep talking. They say it’s good to get shit off your chest.” She gives him a gentle nudge with her elbow, reaching up to tease her fingers through the back of his hair, her thumb grazing over a stubbled jaw. ”That shrine really fucked with you, huh.”
