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

That pain still lingers in the lines of her face as she chokes out she simply did not want to be within those plush sheets. It was an almost suffocating feeling; how she despised this bedroom; she was â€" at the very least â€" thankful that what went on in this room stayed solely to this room, his presence didn't darken any other parts of her home. Still, she swallows, shoving that fear far down in her and locking the door. When she asks why he so tried to fight for her; Vhalla was content with his shrugged answer. Whatever this was she doubted that even Tetradore didn't have an inkling. Their relationship, if you could call it that, was interesting. Vhalla had certainly thought she had disliked the man; but somewhere along the lines that dislike had morphed itself completely.

Pushing the thoughts to the corner of her mind, her brows arch in surprise at Tet's statement. Her gaze landing on his face, tracing the strong lines of her features, as he leans forward. Eyes widening, her entire body flushes with heat as his lips brush hers with such tenderness. Her blue eyes flutter close briefly; savoring the warmth of him her body instantly roaring with desire; and when he pulls away she's half tempted to drag him within those sheets with her. Vhalla's cheeks are flushed red in the heated moment as she blinks her eyes open at the were-King in surprise. Parting her lips to speak, she finds herself speechless and for a moment her mouth gapes before she snaps it close again.

It's when Tetradore starts speaking again does Vhalla tear her gaze away from his lips back to his eyes, her brows furrowing slightly, mirroring Tet's own furrowed gaze. He was right; though she wouldn't admit it. Still, she watches his face, noting that he had hardly reacted at all to the kiss. Perhaps he was simply trying to distract her from the bed and her wounds; it had worked, yet she was concerned he hadn't enjoyed kissing her. Ripping her gaze away from him, she stares at the ceiling, "If you were going to hate kissing me so much, perhaps you shouldn't have," she flushes a brilliant red, eyes still locked on the ceiling. She felt... disappointed. The assassin wanted him to enjoy kissing her, perhaps she simply made it bad for him.

Embarrassment floods her eyes and she's tempted to hide beneath the covers, away from his prying eyes. Instead, she sucks her lower lip into her mouth, chewing on it a bit nervously. It's only when Tetradore explains that its acid coating his teeth, not poison does Vhalla draw her gaze back to his, her cheeks still tinted pink, though she ponders thoughtfully, finally releasing her lip from her teeth. "I don't blame you, Tetradore," it was true. It was that honestly that fills her eyes as she watches the man fiercely. She wanted him to know that she was, indeed, grateful. Grunting, she adjusts herself, a fresh wave of pain rolling through her, though a bit duller this time. Still, she clenches her jaw as it passes before glancing at her shoulder as best as she could in her condition.

The material of her suit had simply burned away from the acid, and her flesh was irritated in some places, the punctures of his teeth already bruising the edges of her wounds. She could already feel a bruise forming along her jawline, though it was dismal in comparison to the open wounds on her shoulder. It suddenly dawned on her that the blood had been wiped away; cleaned by Tetradore's hands. "Thank you," she says quietly, gratitude coating her words fiercely. His body shifts on the bed that causes Vhalla to look back in his direction, watching as he stands, his naked backside pointed towards her. Flushing, she coughs to restart her breathing, "Ah, we need-," she chokes out, cutting herself off as she simply ogles at his back side. That corded muscle shifting beneath his skin as he rummages through the drawer she directed him to.

Her blue eyes, against her better judgement, travel down his body to take in the sight of his butt. Swallowing, her eyes dart back to his face as he turns; though she's certain she was far too slow and Tetradore may have saw her eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. Swallowing again, she must return her gaze to the ceiling, her blood heated at the sight of him until he returns to the bed, holding out the vials to her. "We need to get you some pants," she says lamely, before returning her pink face back to Tetradore. Damn her pale skin. Reaching out, she grasps the vial to the far right, struggling into a halfway sitting position, before yanking the top off and guzzling the liquid quickly. Making a face, she coughs at the horrid taste, before depositing the vial on the nightstand.

Already, she can feel the potion battling within her, the pain already lessening as she sighs in relief. Again, she inspects herself realizing she would have to invest in a new suit. Poking at the wounds tenderly, she's happy to pull her fingers back â€" blood free. Another sigh as she returns her blue eyes back to Tet as she chews on her lip thoughtfully again. There's a moment of silence before she gathers her courage, squaring her shoulders and holding his gaze, "Will you stay tonight?"

Vhalla Solarn

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