and I loved you so much it was making me sick
Zeph's right, much as Vai hates to admit it - she is hurt, her bloodied fingers ghosting over the back of his hand as it comes to brush gently against her temple. A shuddering sigh leaves her, the witch's head spinning and pounding all at once, and she simultaneously wishes she could just hide away in the darkness and also think clearly enough to sort out this mess. Because much as the finger seems to logically point at Sunjata - and gods does she wish it didn't - she can't wish harm on him. Not more than Zeph's already given, anyway.
"Leave it," she tries, shaking her head to her man. "It's not... everything feels muddled right now." And so she tries to walk, the witch managing to get to the edge of the couch before pain lances up her right leg and she grates out a curse blue enough to make any sailor blush. "Not right now," she says apologetically to Zeph, pushing a trembling hand through her hair.
"Leave it," she tries, shaking her head to her man. "It's not... everything feels muddled right now." And so she tries to walk, the witch managing to get to the edge of the couch before pain lances up her right leg and she grates out a curse blue enough to make any sailor blush. "Not right now," she says apologetically to Zeph, pushing a trembling hand through her hair.
