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

Vhalla weaves her tale, having difficulty speaking about her parents â€" yet she manages to finish the story without shedding a tear, though that pain threatens to engulf her. The assassin had never truly clawed her way out of that pit, that darkness seemed to stain her very soul and as time went on she chose to lock it away rather than face those memories. Her eyes glued to the ceiling, she feels Tetradore shift next to her, sliding farther into that comforter and she can see from the corner of her eye that he is staring at the ceiling too. There's a silence for only but a moment until his deep baritones meet her ears.

It wasn't what she was expecting. Though, the witch had no idea what she was expecting.

Flicking her brows up, she rolls towards him again, drawing her knees up to her chest, resting them against his warm side. How she loved that warmth he was so putting off. Though there was nothing sexual about the movement, she still regards him curiously, openly. "Teleportation..." she muses to herself quietly, pondering over her new-found power. She hadn't even thought about it; the assassin had honestly forgotten that at one point she was standing across the room and the next she was in front of Tetradore. So that's what it had been.

Sighing, she racks her brain quickly, analyzing the situation. The only way she would be able to get away from Ivan was if she were to master it now and travel to the other side of the world. Because she couldn't even control her fire, she doubted she could learn to teleport that quickly. "That was the first time I've ever done that. I didn't know I was even capable of it," she states, her blue eyes flicking to Tetradore, those harsh lines of anger entirely absent on her face, replaced with a calmness that the assassin hadn't felt in a very, very long time. "Even if I teleported across the world tonight, ran as far as I could, he would still find me. Our... bond is nothing short of physical. He can find me wherever I am, that connection allows him to follow a sort of trail. When he first established the bond, I could feel him and just know where he was. I made the mistake of telling him and he managed to cloak himself," she shrugs briefly.

"If I wanted to leave him I would have to find a way to either break that bond or cloak myself from him until that connection is broken. For years, I've been researching books to find a way to hide myself but when you have difficulty controlling your magic, it tends not to end that well," she winces as the sudden memory comes rushing back, "About three years ago I lost control near the abandoned warehouses while I was practicing, I burnt them all to the ground. There was nothing left by the time I got myself under control," she gives an apologetic smile, "I'm not sure how long you've been the King of the West but I think it might have been in your territory," she grimaces again, "Sorry about that."

Again, she sighs quietly, her thoughts turn inward as she ponders Ivan and his metaling. The assassin was still wary as to why he was allowing her to share this information with the King. It was a bit frightening if she admitted. The vampire never did anything unless it benefited his own agenda. Growling at the thought, she straightens her legs again, her mind wandering back to Tetradore, her gaze fixing on his tanned features. Vhalla was tired of thinking about Ivan, of contemplating his death and how she could escape him. Right now... right now she needed a distraction. It was with that immediate thought that has the assassin flushing red again, her legs squirming gently beneath the comforter, brushing against his own well-muscled legs. She had nearly forgotten that the man was entirely naked next to her in the moments of her despair.

Swallowing, she steels herself before deciding that perhaps she would make new memories in this bed. Clearing her throat, she keeps herself just mere inches away, though she's entirely aware of the blush that is snaking up her neck and blossoming on her cheeks again, "I- Tet," she must pause, stumbling over her words before she takes a deep breath, fixing those icy eyes on his, her voice taking on a breathless tone, "I think I'd very much like to kiss you right now."

Vhalla Solarn

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