and I loved you so much it was making me sick
He doesn't know - he doesn't know why he did it, Vai thinks with fleeting, sinking panic, and it's only as she finally gets a good look at him, at her blood seeping into his clothes, at the horror on his face, that she realises she doesn't care right now. They can sort anything out between them, and Vai can't afford to lose her head. She's lost enough already without that.
Hissing out another curse as he settles her down on the sofa, her head lolls back to gaze at a ceiling that's clouded around the edges, and only the feel of a cloth on her skin brings her around. There's a deep cut along the side of the witch's face that will undoubtedly leave a nasty scar - done for that very reason, no doubt - and another along the back of her leg, made to prevent her from running away. The rest are more shallow, though they are accompanied by deep bruises, some in the shape of fingers.
"A drink?" she manages eventually, voice thick with blood.
Hissing out another curse as he settles her down on the sofa, her head lolls back to gaze at a ceiling that's clouded around the edges, and only the feel of a cloth on her skin brings her around. There's a deep cut along the side of the witch's face that will undoubtedly leave a nasty scar - done for that very reason, no doubt - and another along the back of her leg, made to prevent her from running away. The rest are more shallow, though they are accompanied by deep bruises, some in the shape of fingers.
"A drink?" she manages eventually, voice thick with blood.
