you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared

The concern that etched along Tetradore's face briefly is not known by Vhalla, she simply staggers into the room and sinks into the couch with a wary grunt. It's only when the were King sets his beer on the counter does she actually realize he had a bottle of alcohol on himself. Furrowing her brows at the glass for a moment, she realizes her observant self was not quite at its peak. Sighing she lifts her hand to allow Tetradore a better grip as he practically carries her down the hallway, entering the bedroom, he steadies her before exiting. Glancing over her shoulder to see him move into the hallway, she shrugs at him.

Holding onto the four-poster bed frame for but a moment to stabilize herself, she heaves a sigh, reaching her hand behind her back to grope for her zipper. Gasping in pain she doubles over, one of her hands quickly pressuring her side to ease the throb, "God dammit," she mutters darkly, her eyes narrowing. It takes several more tries and a half a dozen of muttered curses that has her stiffening at Tetradore's voice. How was he so god damn quiet? The man towered over her and had a decent amount of bulk on him but he continued to sneak up on her. Glancing over at her shoulder at him, she arches a brow, "It's okay, I got-," she's interrupted by his soft hand on her back.

By the gods, his hands were so gentle, she didn't expect someone of his caliber to have the word "gentle" in his dictionary.

Vhalla grips the wooden pole a little tighter, her head straightening to look anywhere but him. Even when he's pulled the zipper far enough for her to reach it on her own, his fingers continue to trail down her spine, a small shiver caresses her body as her bareback is kissed by the cool air, releasing the pole just long enough to let the suit fall from her body and pool at her feet. With hooded eyes, she glances again at Tetradore half hoping his fingers would linger but they do not. The assassin isn't sure if she is relieved or disappointed. Capping her emotions roughly, the sight of red catches her attention. Looking down, she notes the mess of blood caked across her limbs but just past all the blood and grime is a god damn bow.

Astonishment spreads about her features, as she stands in her room, utterly naked with Tetradore just behind her. Caressing the ribbon its rather soft to the touch but as she experimentally tugs on it, it doesn't budge. "God, I hate vampires! I'm going to wring his neck the next time I see him," she mutters allowed, entirely forgetting about the King standing behind her. It's only when she turns does she note that he's still in the room but is beginning to make his way towards the hallway once again. Again, she tugs on the ribbon to no avail and gives it a death glare, wishing Sebastian were here at this precise moment so she could really tell him what she thought of his little trick.

Sighing, she limps into the joint bathroom, snagging a towel and cranking the tub onto just about as hot as it can go, the steam billowing out of the room. Searching her body for any other tell-tale signs of wounds, she merely grimaces at the bruise sprouting out just above the ribbon. Noting no other wounds besides the blood that coats her front side as well as her back, she wraps a towel around herself, though Tetradore had just seen her naked only but a moment ago. Slowly moving to the bathroom door, she leans on the frame, chewing on her bottom lip, her face already tinging the lightest shade of pink in embarrassment.

"Ah, Tetradore? Could you come here for a second?" she trails off, her voice just slightly off kilter, "Please," she adds as an afterthought. When he re-enters the room, her face only deepens in color, looking away from him, "Before you leave, could you... er, help me?" She asks quietly, gesturing to her wound. "I can't reach the blood on my shoulders."

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered