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

Never in her life had she battled with her emotions as she did with Lazarus. Vhalla couldn't decide if she wanted to punch the hunter in the face or kiss those perfect lips of his. Perhaps she would do both. Yet, the moment that grin of his spreads across his features, she can't help but feel that fire boiling within her, going as far as to release a touch of steam from her body. She was in control enough to not set her clothes on fire and yet, she found that her clothes were becoming itchy, the fabric too rough against her over sensitized skin. Pushing the thought away, she turns burning eyes onto the hunter as he states that she's jealous. God forbid she ever admit that to him or herself, "Don't flatter yourself. Why would I be jealous?" She growls at him, those icy blue eyes glaring brightly at him. Still, she can't quite push away the satisfaction that dances in the back of her eyes as Lazarus takes his sweet time traveling her body with those green eyes. Though her figured had hardly changed by any means, they hadn't seen each other in months, he seemed to be quite appreciative of her generous curves in her tight assassin suit.

As his grin deepens, she can't help but glower at him, his next statement rolling off his tongue easily. Eyes narrowing, she shrugs her shoulder as if it mattered, "Like I said, I'm not jealous," she says airily, looking away to the closed door on the mansion, "You can fuck whoever you want. I don't care," she states, such a bold lie coming from her. Of course she cared. She wanted to shred that woman into a million pieces and then burn those pieces to a crisp just for good measure. And yet, she still can't help but allow her next words to fall from her lips with such disdain, is was basically a verbal thrashing. She knew better than to say those words, Lazarus has all but assumed the same thing of her when they first met. Was she being fair? Hardly. Vhalla merely wanted to hurt him. She couldn't stop herself as word after word pours from her mouth and then that satisfaction is creeping into her bones as she watches Laz become more agitated by the second. "Sounds to me like you're just guarding your territory," she snarls back at him after he responds, her brilliant blue eyes darting to the envelope in his hand as he stalks closer to her.

They're almost close enough to share breath now and it would be so easy for her to reach out a hand and shove him. Surprisingly enough, the assassin had not quite decided to resort to violence, at least not yet. As she pulls her hood back to reveal that bruise, she can't quite see the emotion that dances through the hunter's eyes, those emeralds covered by those stupid black glasses. Who wore sunglasses at night? She wants to taunt him about it and yet, before she gets the chance, he's sneering at her with that stupid grin of his. Nostrils flaring, her eyes narrow in rage, yet, there's desire burning in her already, her eyes desperately trying to push out that desire but she knows she doesn't quite succeed. "Why would I want someone's sloppy seconds?" She shoots back at him, her arms coming up to fold over her chest, the two of them inches from each other, glaring eyes burning into him.

"I don't even know why I came here. I don't know why I expected you to wait-," around for me, she cuts herself off instantly. Her anger was getting the better of her and she was letting herself slip. He hardly needed to know that she had thought of him every single day while she was gone, she had put up with the beatings and the selling from Ivan. Hell, she even took a beating right before she came back to see him because Ivan was pissed she was already seeking Lazarus off. Truly, the vampire was jealous that she desired someone else and not him, she was still surprised he hadn't locked her away yet, perhaps if she wasn't so angry she might feel uneasy that Ivan hadn't done just that yet. He had plans, he always had plans and yet, Vhalla hardly cared about them in this moment. Baring her teeth at Laz once more, "Wipe that stupid grin off your face," she snarls at him, her arms unfolding to reach out and plant a hand on his stupidly hard chest to push him hard with the hopes to simply unbalance him. "Like I said, I'm not taking sloppy seconds."

Vhalla Solarn

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