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

It was another night of drinking, the same old same old and yet Vhal simply couldn't help herself. She had fallen so far into that black hole that ate up any sort of feeling except for rage; it was impossible to crawl back out. She had gone too far tonight at her usual drinking place, the bar scorched from a careless mistake and her leather jacket singed at the wrists. Well, if she were being honest, she hardly thought it was a careless mistake. A stranger moving up behind her and sliding an arm around her shoulder like they were friends? No, she did not like to be touched - she was not okay with it. It was a simple twist of his arm that had him pinned against the bar, her hand shoving his head roughly against the wood slab, the other hand next to his face as she called on that fire. She just wanted to scare him, she wasn't going to light anything on fire for gods sake.

Crazy bitch!

Yeah, she was used to it. Vhalla just didn't care anymore.

The witch was promptly kicked out after that, the woman staggering drunk through the streets not quite ready to go back to her warehouse. There was nothing for her there anyways - and Ivan hadn't called on her in weeks. It left her on edge, that son of a bitch always playing a game with her. Jaw clenching tightly she wanders aimlessly until she's reached the coast, the salty breeze ruffling her stark white hair. The assassin couldn't even bother to braid it down her back, her loose strands flying every which way as she pauses briefly on the pavement before trudging through the sand and down into the water. She doesn't bother to kick off her boots, the chilly wind helping her clear her head just as she reaches the shoreline. Vhal had to admit... after all this time she hadn't exactly been to the ocean, the woman having no interest or need to come this far south and yet, it was almost calming.

Well, it was calming for a brief moment until her brain started working again and decided to drag up memories of old that she didn't want to think about.

Reaching up a hand, she rubs her shoulder absentmindedly through her black jacket, a deep ache settling into that wicked scar Tet had left ages ago. Accident of course, but she was quite certain his venom still lingered in her body. Grunting, she drops her hand as her mind wanders through her time here in the city, which only begins to build rage in the pit of her stomach. How she hated it here, how she desperately wanted to leave - to be rid of Ivan to cut ties to this world. She would find an isolated island and live her days out in solitude. Yes, if she were ever free of that sick bastard that's exactly what she would do.

Lifting her hands up, she grips her hair hard as a scream desperately wants to release from her throat to signify all that rage and hate. Instead, she shoves it down which only ignites that flame. Startling herself, she pulls her hands away from her head, as she pats at the leather aggressively on her right arm. "Fuck!" She was certain she had her flames under control and yet, she knew the more she bottled her rage her fire tended to react this way from time to time. Rushing forward, she steps into the icy water, falling to her knees and plunging her arm into the ocean. It occurred to her moments too late that she simply could have taken the jacket off rather than getting in the water.

Too late.

Panting, she lifts her arm from the water to see the damage of the leather. Ruined. Scoffing, she slaps the water in a childlike temper tantrum before she pushes herself into a standing position. God it was freaking cold. Shuddering, she turns on a heel only to be met with a sitting woman rather... close. Vhal hadn't even noticed her, her drunkenness dulling all other senses. Stiffening, ice blue eyes glad at the woman enjoying her coffee and... a show. "What are you looking at?" She sneers, hardly realizing she had intruded on this stranger, not the other way around.

Vhalla Solarn

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