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

Tetradore danced across her mind, it had only been a week since he practically carried her home and helped cleaned her up. It was such a bizarre night that when he left, she had simply soaked in that tub until the water turned cold, and she still sat there, until her shivering chased her from the bathroom. She had spent another restless night on the couch, tossing and turning, that anger still pooling in her stomach after every time she looked down to see that red ribbon wrapped tightly around her mid-rift. It made her want to throttle Sebastian repeatedly.

How she despised vampires.

Luckily, in her week of healing, Ivan had been strangely absent. Her master typically didn't go more than a week without feeding from her, she wasn't entirely sure her body could take much more blood loss. It was the first day Vhalla felt good again, though her body was still stiff in some places, it was time to track down Sebastian and have this ribbon removed. No matter how hard she tugged, it wouldn't come loose, Vhal had even gone so far to attempt to cut it off and still, nothing. It was as if it were... unbreakable. She was going to kill him if he couldn't take it off of her.

Scowling in frustration, she slips that leather jacket across her shoulders and exits her warehouse into the cool air. She had managed to research enough to get the general area of where Sebastian resided, though there was a good chance he could be with Dorian, she would find him either way. Vhalla wasn't quite ready to face Dorian yet, she still owed him a new couch. Slipping her hands into her jacket pockets, she nestles her chin into the jacket, attempting to ward of the cold air. She could still feel that anger beneath her skin but she wasn't nearly as furious as she had been.

Still, she wouldn't mind giving Sebastian a piece of her mind at the very least.

Sighing, she finds herself in vaguely familiar territory. It had been months since she had been here last, she typically didn't prowl this part of town. A familiar mansion rises in the distance as she makes her way towards it until she is standing just outside. Her brows furrowing, the assassin removes calloused hands from her pockets as she stares hard at the darkened door. This house was more than familiar, she had been here before. Racking her brain for the memory, she cringes when she finally realizes when she had been here.

Will. Will had brought her here all those months ago, he had mentioned he had a roommate but she had never imagined it would be Sebastian. What a small world.

Wincing, she very nearly turns on a heel to leave. She didn't want to be in the confines of those walls again, the last time she had been here were under difficult circumstances. Will had bought her for the evening because if Ivan's sick games and she had left the following morning without a word. This is where he told her he loved her and then vanished shortly after. Vhalla must swallow a few times to wet her dry mouth, her hands fisted at her sides, knuckles white. Releasing a hefty sigh, she paces at the foot of the stairs before finally climbing up to the front door.

Reaching out a hesitant hand, she knocks and waits.

Vhalla Solarn

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