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

It was clear almost immediately she had made a mistake in her offhanded comment about her owner and yet... the rage that fueled her flames was not thinking about the future or who this man might be. Still, she can't help but feel a slight surprise at the man standing in front of her, the fact that he was still attempting to converse with her was beyond Vhalla. It wasn't often she found a stranger that could put up with the anger that made up the majority of who the witch was. Plus... the flaming arm would be an immediate 'fuck that' for most people but this man still remained in front of her, even offering a smile that made her want to punch his teeth down his throat. Although, the moment she mentions Ivan she notices the slight straightening in the man, as if he had narrowed in his focus on her, as if... it made her prey.

Vhalla didn't like it.

Immediately her guard goes up, her rage taking a backseat momentarily as her blue eyes watch the man warily. His words linger on her ears as she scrunches her nose at him, the woman incredibly talented at looking down her nose at someone even when they were taller than her. The assassin debates momentarily on answering him, how badly she wants to sneer at him and perhaps set him on fire... but, the way he seemed to be paying more attention to her has her biting her tongue. It was a sore topic for her, that ownership since she was a child and it might have been written on her face slightly but she turns her face away from him for a moment.

Her emotions take a full turn as her head snaps back to him, the suggestion that he go with her to get coffee has her eyes widening in incredulousness. As he begins to move towards her, she takes a step backwards, following him careful with those glacier eyes. His accented words touch her ears again as her brows rise as he casually drops that pet name. Her face instantly darkens, arms coming up to cross over her chest. She almost looked... like a petulant child in that moment. How desperately she wants to turn around and walk the other way but Vhalla was almost certain this man would simply follow her wherever she went until he got what he wanted. And whatever he wanted, she couldn't figure it out yet.

The casual introduction of his name makes the assassin tuck it away, she would figure out who he was tonight. She pauses for a moment longer before unfolding her arms and stalking towards the man, sidling up next to him as she watches him from the corner of her eye, "I don't harm mortals," she grunts at him but after a moment she tacks on, "unless I have to. You, on the other hand, are not a mortal, I wouldn't mind watching you burn, Thorne," she draws out his name as if it were a curse word. Making a point to not look at him, she makes her way down the sidewalk towards the coffeeshop, stopping just outside the door before she finally looks at him again, "Why do you insist on following me?" She grunts at him before pushing her way through the door before he can be a 'gentleman', the bell ringing loudly above her head.

Wincing at the racket, she purposely lets the door fall closed on Thorne before making her way to the counter. "Just a black coffee," she orders only for the barista to ask her, her name. The assassin wasn't planning on giving her name to Thorne and it would be an easy thing to give an alias and yet... it was such an automatic thing that her mouth is opening before her brain is processing it, "Vhalla," was the quick reply before the realization hits. God, she was an idiot. She quickly recovers before she steps to the side, turning her head back towards the man with a sickly sweet smile, "He's paying," she wiggles her scarred fingers at him before walking to the end of the counter to wait for her drink.

Vhalla Solarn

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