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

She had spent far too much time cooped up within her apartment. Without Sam, she had little reason to do anything except accept jobs from Ivan. It was a pattern she had gotten used to falling into a pattern that hardly required her to think much at all. It was easier than having to think all the time. Even during her magic lessons with Dorian, she found herself improving at an incredible rate, solely because she was beginning to learn to control that fear within herself. Somewhere along the lines, she had grown fond of Dorian and she hardly minded his company at all, even on those days where she was likely to bite someone's head off.

So, at their last meeting when Dorian mentioned he was moving out of Sam's old apartment and in with Sebastian, Vhalla found herself strangely sad. She would no longer be able to escape her apartment to return there anymore. Still, she offered to help clean and repair any of the damage that had been done, the assassin went as far to order a new couch for a replacement.

Sighing, she leans her chin on the broom handle, blowing her hair out of her face as she inspects the process she made. The assassin is clad in normal attire for once, simple dark colored jeans, a bit dusty with all the cleaning, and a white t-shirt, it was unusual to see her outside of her suit, she had almost forgotten what it felt like to wear normal clothes. Leaning the broom against the bar, she dumps the contents of the dust pan into the trash before strolling into the kitchen. How Dorian had managed to break a cabinet was beyond her, yet she settles on the floor, pulling the cabinet door off and inspecting it. Luckily it had only fallen off the hinges and there was no permanent damage, though she couldn't say the same for the scorched floor in the livingroom.

Again, that sigh escapes her lips as she shakes her head. That night felt so very long ago! Stroking the scar at her side absentmindedly, she finally lifts the cabinet door up and aligns it correctly. Still, its lopsided when she closes it. Frowning, she pulls it back off and inspects the hinges again. She would have to scrounge up a few screw drivers if she wanted to make more progress. Setting the door on the ground, she leans it up against another cabinet as she reaches her slender fingers to toy with the screws, its only then does she realize the hinge is loose. Still, that frown mars her features even as the front door opens.

Raising her brows, she's surprised that the delivery men didn't knock. Leaning around the corner, while seated cross legged on the floor, she calls out, "You can just leave it in the front-," she halts immediately to see Tetradore's familiar form fill the doorway. Arching a brow in question at him, she simply stands and brushes off her dusty pants before folding her arms over her chest and watching him,

"What're you doing here?"

Vhalla Solarn

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