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

It was that tender brush of lips against hers that ached for more but as Tetradore pulls away he seemed... disinterested. Perhaps he was only kissing her simply to distract her that she was in this hated bed or perhaps to distract her from her wounds. Either way, she finds herself unable to stop the spew of bitter words falling from her mouth. It was the look of surprise that crosses Tet's features and his own question snapping back in her direction that has Vhalla slouching into the bed, her face flushing crimson again, "Never mind," she mutters darkly, looking away from those piercing emerald eyes. How she turned into such a bumbling fool in his presence!

Grumbling unintelligibly to herself, she's tempted to fold her arms across her chest, yet she knows the movement would cause far too much pain. Instead, she toys with the folds of the blanket, staring at the plush material in her hands. Still, when he gets up to move towards the dresser to retrieve the vials, she can't help but let her gaze wander across his body; and in turn, she's too slow when he turns to face her again. Caught, red-handed, she flushes again her blue eyes returning to the ceiling. She had never found a ceiling so interesting before!

Attempting to cool that fire in her blood, she must swallow a few times, her mouth suddenly dry. It felt far too... warm in the room. Grasping the correct vial, she twists the t op off and guzzles it down quickly, wincing at the fire that travels down her throat. Resisting the urge to gag at the taste her icy eyes meet his emerald again, a brow arched in incredulousness, "You have nothing to apologize for. I was merely stating that I, uh, have seen you naked more times now than I have seen you clothed," she winces at her bluntness, a fresh wave of pink tinging her cheeks. How utterly embarrassed the woman was! Vhalla had never blushed so much during an evening before; yet, the assassin was thankful for the company of Tetradore, even if he didn't have any trousers on.

After she places the vial on the night stand, she asks him to stay, how she didn't want to be alone tonight, and surprise would have marred her features until he set a condition. That blush that had so coated her cheeks instantly vanished, the blood draining from her face as she desperately wants to hide beneath the covers and not face the world; at least for tonight. She must look away from his prying gaze, her head leaning back on the pillow as she closes her eyes, taking several shallow breaths. The memories plague her mind as her lifetime with Ivan dances behind her eye lids. Every foul thought she had of the man raises to the surface and... her eyes snap open.

Vhalla had never been able to even think ill of the vampire and now, now she could almost taste those words she longed to debase him with. No fire burned in her throat, no pounding headache, no gasping for air. Furrowing her brows in confusion; what was Ivan up to? He had entirely released his hold on her. Shaking her head in annoyance, she turns her eyes back on Tetradore, distracted by her confusion to not quake at the thought of telling Tet everything. Still, she can feel those nerves coasting through her veins as she gestures to the open side of the bed next to her, "Yes, as much as I can. There's plenty of room. At least it will cover you, I promise not to peek," how she wanted to hit herself; bumbling fool indeed.

Pink tinges her cheeks as she quickly looks away from him. The assassin clearly had no filter when he was around. "Ah, but first will you help me out of my suit; believe it or not, it's not very comfortable to lounge in, considering if I roll the wrong way I could probably blow us both up," she states matter of fact. Eyes widening slightly, "I swear I'm not trying to make you getting me naked a habit, I owe you enough as it is."

Vhalla Solarn

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