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

His words make her toes curl in her boots, though she attempts to hide that pleasure on her face, yet, she's almost certain there was no hiding her scent. Vhalla wasn't about to agree with him, he did know what she liked and it was positively infuriating! Lifting her brows at him, she can't deny that his closeness in itself was delicious, the heat radiating off his body, how very badly she wanted to touch him but she refrains, instead planting a hand on his chest to shove him. What happens next is entirely unexpected as he pulls her towards him, Vhalla's slim body pressed to him, her hand going straight for the bicep to steady herself. The assassin wasn't one to be taken off guard and yet, here she was, eyes widened ever so slightly as she tilts her head back, lips parting slightly before he leans down and practically devours her. She's unable to hold back a small groan of satisfaction as she returns that kiss. She was starving for him, she had missed this. His hot lips on hers only ignited her further as she sucks in his bottom lip to nibble at it, her hand suddenly finding its way to his chest, only this time she wasn't trying to push him away, but pulling him closer as her fingers brush the hardened muscle beneath that scrap of fabric.

My god, had he always been this good at kissing? As he pulls away, she's reluctant to let him break that kiss although she's breathless as she comes up for air. Letting her eyes open, she looks up at him again, that anger all but vanishing in the wake of their heated kiss. She still wanted to smack that grin off his face but the urge was growing smaller and smaller. His tenor tones respond to her in kind and she can't help but roll her eyes at him, "There you go, ruining the moment," she scoffs in a teasing tone as those calloused fingers continue to dance their way across his chest. Bringing her hand up to grasp hers, Vhalla leans forward to kiss the hollow of his throat, her own grin of satisfaction spreading across her features knowing exactly what she was doing. As she pulls away, practically demanding he come to her in the morning for training purposes, she hardly expects his readiness to join her and yet, Laz seemed almost as giddy as she was at their reunion. Brows raising ever so slightly at his question, she allows a sly smile to tug at the corner of her lips, her fingers brushing the back of his hand in distracting strokes, "I have an absurdly short night gown I'd be happy to train in. I'll even let you take it off of me - if you can," she grins at him, her blue eyes sparking with wicked pleasure but that's happiness that dances in her eyes too.

Yet, that happiness hardly lasts long, it never did. The door opens revealing a platinum blonde woman, Vhal's eyes hardening in that moment as she glances around Lazarus to the woman who is now strolling towards them. Part of her mind screams to just leave, to not antagonize this woman and yet, she hardly ever did such... practical things. Vhal wants to bare her teeth at the woman but she at least refrains from doing that, for now. The moment the woman's voice dancing across the quiet driveway, Vhalla locks eyes with the platinum blonde familiarity washing over the witch. She had never met this woman and yet, she was positive she had heard her voice before. Its the second statement that has the assassin physically flinching in Lazarus's arms. It was practically a blow to the stomach. This faerie was in Ivan's crowd. Her hands tighten ever so slightly on Lazarus, her flames being called forth but they don't break the barrier of her self control, instead her skin merely heats up in shame and anger, her cheeks going to far as to turn red at the term "Ivan's whore." She was though, wasn't she? Sold off to the highest bidder, made to sleep with the vampire himself whenever he felt such urges.

She clenches Lazarus for a moment long before his vocals grace her ears once more, his words angry on her behalf. Vhalla doesn't allow herself a look at Laz, instead she disentangles herself from his arms, taking a step away. She didn't need to have this woman, Vitani, running to Ivan with such information. She would behave, at least for now. The faerie pauses in that moment, her eyes trailing over Vhalla as if she were more lowly than the dirt beneath her shoes. The assassin attempts to keep that anger from her features and she almost manages, except for the clenching of her fist at her side. How desperately she wanted to through that fire at the woman, she would look absolutely delightful with flames... dancing in her hair and burning that stupidly pale skin. Though, this time when Vitani speaks, Vhal can't help but allow her brows to draw into a frown. Ivan had mentioned a party this weekend she was to attend, she hadn't realize it was being hosted here and that this bitch was the one hosting it. Instead of snarling at her as she so desperately wants to, Vhalla merely plasters the fakest grin she can muster, going as far as to curtsy before the woman. "Oh, I'd be delighted I was planning on attending already," she states, though there is such violence dripping from her words as she bares her teeth at the woman in a feral grin.

Blazing eyes finally turn back to Lazarus, that violent smile still adorning her features, though it's hardly directed at Lazarus, "I suppose I should let you get back to work, I would hate to see someone hurt, Vitani," she says, though it sounds almost like a threat, that she would be the one to hurt her. And by the gods she did, she wanted to wrap her hands around her throat and squeeze the life out of her. Tossing a malicious look over her shoulder, that smile still stuck on her face, "I'll see you this weekend," Vhalla states before turning on a heel and stalking down the driveway. God she needed to release that anger, she needed to hit something, she needed to set something on fire. That shred of control she has left is barely hanging on a thread.

Vhalla Solarn

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