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

As she sits along the edge of the sofa, she regards him with furrowed brows as he explains that the shift does cause pain. The assassin was no stranger to pain and she didn't particularly feel bad for Tetradore, the shifting was a part of him. Still, she tilts her head at him a sort of fascination twinkling in her eyes. "Mmm, I can't imagine just becoming something else," she muses, tilting her head back to stare at the ceiling, pondering on what it would feel like to shift into another animal. Hmm, what animal would the witch be? She couldn't imagine herself as anything but a human.

As she ponders briefly, she returns her gaze to Tetradore, that devilish grin tugging at her lips as she tugs on his locks, enjoying the feel of his curls in her fingers. When she comments that she much preferred his fur, she's taken off guard by the way his arms dart quickly around her waist, pulling her petite form flush against his bare chest and onto his lap. She's so surprised, that she drops her hands, her eyes widening ever so slightly as an astonished laugh escapes her lips. She's entirely dwarfed by his frame and in that moment, she's unsure where to put her hands until his chin is resting on her shoulder, right next to her face.

A playful smile quirks up as he 'roars' at her until she notices how so very close his face is to her. That smile vanishes from her lips just as quickly as it comes as her breath hitches slightly. In her current position, she's unable to see the fleeting smile on his face nor the way his playfulness transforms into something entirely different. She only notes the shift in his emotion when he questions her. Vhal's brow furrows as her hands tentatively wrap around his own arms that encircle her waist as she tilts her head to better look at him, "Hunting? Not... lately," she admits.

Tetradore was truly perceptive, though he didn't know exactly what she did for a living he was clever enough to know it was something far more dangerous than your average day job. She understood his inquiries all the same, though there is confusion coating her words briefly, altogether forgetting about the bite marks Ivan had left on her the previous night. When the man relaxes his grip on her waist, she's suddenly aware again how close he is to her, and how very naked he still is beneath that blanket that seemed just that much thinner as his warmth soaks into her.

Though he hadn't entirely taken his arms away from her waist, she's disappointed that he was beginning to withdraw from her. Instead, she refuses to move, her back still flush against his chest as a yawn suddenly parts her lips. That restlessness entirely gone now only replaced by an exhaustion. He was so warm and it was comforting to feel him against her. She hardly knew him well but she felt comfortable within his grasp, her head beginning to droop forward as her eyelids become heavy. Her own hands relax their grip on Tetradore as she slumps into him even more, her head falling to the side to rest against his own, several strands of hair falling across her face.

Her lips part as that sleep so suddenly takes hold of her, unbidden. It always started this way, her sleep coming easily but the moment she drifts off those nightmares plague her mind. It was the very reason the assassin didn't sleep much, choosing to remain awake for as long as she can before she's forced into that exhausted sleep. Her body involuntarily twitches within the embrace of Tetradore, her brows furrowing in her sleep. Shifting, she's all but laying on the couch now, her body snugly tucked into Tetradore. Frowning in her sleep, "Please don't, no more," her words are barely a breath as she mumbles in her sleep as she tosses again on that couch.

Vhalla Solarn

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