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

The surprise that so etches its way into Tetradore's features, has Vhalla grinning broadly at the man. There was a time when she couldn't sneak up on him and here she was, merely sitting next to him without a single glance in her direction until she spoke. Head tilting to the side, she studies his face, he seemed... tired. The smile falls from her lips but her eyes remain bright as she continues to watch the were-King, even as he agrees with her. The apology that so escapes Tet's lips has her eyes widening in surprise, not once had the man ever apologized to her for anything, and here he was, apologizing to her for being moody.

The assassin is tempted to comment on it but as he finishes his statement, her brows draw inwards, a frown adorning her own features for the moment. It was such a vulnerable statement, she almost didn't want to comment on it, but Tetradore had fought for her, even when she wanted nothing more for him to hate her; ignore her. In that moment, she wasn't certain he had meant to say it, to allow those difficulties of his life to escape his lips but she would stay, and she would fight for him. "What happened?" she murmurs quietly, concern lingering in her icy eyes.

As she chews on the cold food, she winces at the blandness of it, "This is disgusting," she says but reaches for another parcel of food, munching on it as he asks her where she's been. Her eyes brightening, she finishes chewing before letting her hands settle on the bar, "Everywhere," she breathes, a bit of excitement coating that single word. Her memories wash over her, remembering her travels she so delighted in and even the mention of Ivan's name doesn't dull that sparkle that so dances in those blue eyes of hers.

Giving him a small nod, she turns back to the man next to her, "He did... I haven't been able to work out how to get away from him yet," she winces as she can feel that insistent tug in her abdomen telling her to say no more. "I traveled the world, Tet," she breathes again though her eyes go a bit somber at the cost of traveling the world, "But it wasn't just traveling I did... I still had to do his dirty work while he stayed here in Sacrosanct," she mutters, a dark spot in her memories.

With a little difficulty, she manages to shove it away, her attention returning to Tet, "I went to Ireland and London, I even spent time in Australia and China. It was incredible, though, I'm a little surprised at how many enemies Ivan has across the world," she shrugs, attempting to brush off that stain, to prevent that self-loathing to erupt across her features, yet she isn't entirely successful at staving it off. "I'm sorry I left without saying goodbye," she says suddenly, dropping her hands into her lap, "That day in Samantha's apartment â€" that's the day he sent me away. I think he knew I was with you or at least knew I was developing feelings for you," she says a bit quietly, her fierce eyes locked on Tet.

"He thought that by sending me away would distract me and it did for a while," she admits readily an apologetic grin adorning her lips, "But I realized, after a time, that traveling was nothing if you couldn't share it with someone. I thought about you a lot while I was gone. God, I hated myself that I kept thinking about you but there you were, lingering in the back of my mind," she gives a small shrug, "I thought about not seeking you out when I got back to the city, but here I am, still unable to stay away from you," she says, her voice dropping an octave, no sign of embarrassment coating her features. She would do it right this time, she would no longer hide behind her anger and self-loathing, nor would she allow that honesty to be shoved down.

Vhalla Solarn

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