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

Laz's words on lost on her ears as she battles so fiercely to to contain that anger and hatred and fire within her body. Even as she stumbles into the alleyway, the woman clenching her fists at her side, panic gripping her so completely; still Lazarus does not turn away. Instead, he moves closer, Vhalla far too afraid that if she moved now she would still lose control, her body straining with everything she has, sweat begins to pour down her body as her wide blue eyes watch Lazarus march forward and pull her into his arms. And clearly, his workouts had paid off, the woman unable to struggle free as fear clutches her heart, "Laz... no," she groans under his arms as that fire finally explodes from her body in such a wave, the heat so intense it could burn the skin off of someone, her eyes squeezing close against the brightness and still Laz holds onto her through it all. And when that fire finally stops, she keeps her eyes closed, knowing she was going to be holding a dead body in her arms now, how would she explain this to Ellie? How could she lose control like that?

Yet, her mind is distracted by the shifting of Laz. Tearing her head away from his chest, she looks up at him, the man covered in soot and his clothes halfway burned through but... he was alive and in one piece. Mouth gaping, she sucks in air. It was a miracle. There was no way he could have survived that, especially holding onto her and yet, here he was. Making a choking sound, tears spill over her eyes, streaking down her face silently as she launches forward and captures his lips with her own, toppling them over to the ground as she lays on top of him, kissing him furiously. "Stupid, stupid Laz. You're an idiot," she mumbles through the sobs as she lays on top of him, her white braid falling over her shoulder and pooling against the ground next to his head. "You could have been killed and by some miracle you're still here," she says through panting breaths as she tries to get her breathing under control. Leaning down, she rests her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat to make sure that he was truly alive.

She lays like that for awhile, in between the scorched buildings and simply listening to Lazarus's breathing. Her tears are finally dry as she lifts her head once more, staring down at him, "Let's not ever do that again, how does that sound?" She rasps at him before pushing herself off of him, rather reluctantly if I might add, before helping him to his feet, her blue eyes inspecting his body beneath the scorched patches of his clothing. "You... you aren't burned at all but your clothing is," she trails off, eyes wide as they trace every hole left by the fire. "It's like... you're immune," she says quietly before her eyes raise to meet his, "I'd rather not test any theories out right now since... your clothing is lacking and I don't think you want to walk around naked," Vhalla frowns at the thought. "I also think you're probably fired from your job since you just left," her mind travels back to Vitani, though the anger is subdued... at least for now. "Come to the warehouse with me?" She asks him, her eyes traveling back to his features. The moment he agrees, she takes his hand and pulls him down the alleyway, she doesn't know why she brings him along, she should be leaving him, should be severing their relationship right now.

Yet, she can't do it. The assassin still feels like Ivan is behind this whole mess, perhaps he was trying to get Vhalla to kill Laz, yet, seeing as Lazarus managed to develop some sort of immunity, she was certain Ivan was going to be pissed. Pushing thoughts of Ivan from her mind, she allows herself to be swallowed into the here and now, her hand firmly gripping Laz's as she pulls him down alleyway after alleyway in silence, attempting to push away the horrifying moment from minutes again. She succeeds, but barely. Reaching her warehouse door, she pushes it open, dragging Lazarus inside and up the stairs before entering the apartment portion, her head reluctantly letting go of Laz as he moves into the darkened apartment. It's then that what she had done washes over her, her back pressed against the door as her legs give out and she slides to the floor. Her hands come up to catch her face as she rests it in the palm of her hands, "Laz, I thought you were dead."

Vhalla Solarn

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