to heal a wound, you need to stop touching it
"Listen, I apologised. What else can I d-- ah!" Vai's voice is muffled by the jerky she's taken a bite out of, and it's a good thing she doesn't choke on Zeph's meat (ha) as he tugs her forward. Of course she loses balance, all but crashing into his lap with her laughter ringing across the beach. "This is not collecting pebbles for Safrin," she remarks to him, not that she sounds like she cares in the slightest.
And she doesn't, Vai looping her arms around his neck to gaze at him under the stars, bathed in pale light. Her smile softens - she can't help it - and she leans in to press a jerky flavoured kiss against the corner of his mouth. "You are lovely, you know," she tells him, kissing him again before lolling against Zeph as if determined to push him down in the wet sand. In for a penny and all that.
And she doesn't, Vai looping her arms around his neck to gaze at him under the stars, bathed in pale light. Her smile softens - she can't help it - and she leans in to press a jerky flavoured kiss against the corner of his mouth. "You are lovely, you know," she tells him, kissing him again before lolling against Zeph as if determined to push him down in the wet sand. In for a penny and all that.
Vervain
