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

"I'll have you know I'm a spectacular liar," she growls at him, a hand finding her hip as she puts all her weight onto one foot, successfully jutting out her hip. God, she couldn't escape him. Not really. Her anger rolling through her like a tidal wave constantly battling the lust that so seeks her out. Never in her life had she felt such warring emotions regarding anyone. And yet, here she was, her hand desperately itching to smack that smile off his face though her lips ache to be pressed against him. Vhalla knew if she gave into one urge, the other would follow shortly after. So she swallows her emotions as best as she can, practically choking on them as they continue to play a game of cat and mouse, both cats and both mice at one time or another, the other falling for each other's vicious words.

The sarcasm that practically drips from his lips has Vhalla arching a brow at him. "I don't know what you like," she shrugs a shoulder nonchalantly. Such a brazen lie, she knew exactly what he liked. She had experienced it first hand. Whether he was surprised or not by her sudden outburst of words, he does a good job of hiding it. He was far too smug for her liking, her next words grounding out between her teeth as she unfolds her had and pushes him, only she doesn't get a chance to shove him off balance. His hand moving quickly to ensnare her wrist as he drags her to him. Her other hand reaching up to catch herself from stumbling, gripping his hard bicep as surprise flicks across her eyes. Perhaps if she wasn't taken so off guard, she might have pushed away, or even call on that affinity to burn him, and yet, she doesn't. Her head tilting back to look at him as she glares at his face, her body very much aware of every inch he touches, down to his hand on her lower back.

Luscious lip part slightly as her blue eyes gaze at him. He had found some semblance of confidence while she was away and part of her desperately wants to fight it, just to see how far he would take it. But the witch is frozen, her calloused hand gripping his muscles, her other hand captured in his and it's his words that echo through her mind as he tells her to make him. Vhalla is at a loss of words as she realizes he's leaning in and damn her body for leaning into him. The moment his lips touch hers she practically melts into him. The urge to shove him away all but vanishes as she grips his bicep in her hand, stretching up onto her toes to press into him. The assassin can't help herself as she parts her lips slightly to suck his lower lip into her mouth, nibbling at it gently, a soft moan escaping her throat.

It was a fleeting kiss and yet she felt ignited. Blood pooling into her core as her desire sky rockets. As he pulls away, she reluctantly lowers herself back to her flat feet, her eyes slitting open to watch him. "Glad to see you still kiss the same," she whispers breathlessly, her anger all but forgotten as she moves to settle a hand into his hard chest, her fingers trailing the line between his pectorals gently. "I can't be gone long, Ivan will be expecting me soon. Maybe you can buy me a drink or better yet, there's a dark alley way just down the street," Vhalla grins wickedly at him, her toes curling with the thought of him and her in an alleyway. The woman even goes as far as to transition her once ensnared wrist into holding his hand, leaning forward and planting a kiss on the hollow of his throat.

How she had missed this. Why she did, the assassin hadn't the slightest clue. Truly, she was moments away from dragging him down the street and finding that alleyway she was talking about. She hardly cared what anyone would think, "After I meet Ivan, come train with me in the morning. It's been awhile since I had a partner," she glances up at him again, hardly asking him though it wasn't nearly as demanding as she might've been once. She's waiting for his response when the sound of the door is opening behind them, Vhalla snapping her head up to find the platinum blonde woman standing in the doorway, a vague smile dancing upon her lips. Brows furrowing, Vhalla steps out of Lazarus's arms, putting a good distance between the two of them as she flowers at the woman. She still wasn't sure why the hunter was here, though it was abundantly clear he wasn't sleeping with the woman, or at least she thought. "Can I help you?" She asks dryly, ignoring Lazarus for the time being, though her body screams to be touched by him again.

Vhalla Solarn

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