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

"You've disappointed me... again," his cool voice sliding across her skin as if it was oil. Vhalla merely stands in front of him, attempting to repress the urge to roll her eyes at him, instead she crosses her arms across her chest and regards him with utter boredom, "Isn't that what you've created me for? For your own personal disappointment?" She drawls lazily though there's a bite to her words, the assassin quite unable to keep her temper at bay. Ivan watches her, dark amusement lingering on his features as he steps forward, Vhal fighting the urge to simply stay where she is. Instead, she unfolds an arm and pushes her stark white hair over her shoulder, the witch so very rarely wearing it down and not in its usual braid. "I raised you so that you would not bow to someone unworthy of you," he states and this time the assassin couldn't help but bark a laugh of disgust, "Oh please, you wanted someone to warm your bed and do your dirty work," she snaps at him, unable to contain herself. She knew the backhand was coming, Ivan hardly ever tolerating her outbursts. She tended, her fingers lightly digging into her arms as she braces for impact, her eyes not quick enough to follow his vampiric speed and yet, it never came, his hand stopping centimeters from her cheek. The breeze he had created rustling her hair, Vhalla has hardly a moment to be confused as that warehouse door is thrown open.

Whirling around, she knows Ivan's hand has dropped only a moment before a familiar man bursts through the door. The surprise that crosses her features is all but fleeting before confusion takes over. It had been months since she had seen Tetradore, the last time she had admitted she had feelings for him only to be rejected, his explanation lacking though she hardly argued with him. The woman simply did not want to hurt her pride anymore than what had already been done, Vhalla simply getting up and walking away when all was said and done, only to be met by a hunter who rivaled her own anger. She almost parts her lips to question him and yet, she doesn't get a chance as a woman steps foot in her warehouse. Brows furrowing, she drops her hands loosely at her side, wiping her own expression clean as she glances back at Ivan, a sly smile etched onto his lips. He casual strides forward, staying only abreast to Vhalla as he takes in the angry woman. The red-lipped woman... no vampire as cooing at Ivan as if she knew him, Vhalla hardly surprised in the slightest, Ivan making friends with others and her not knowing about it was a talent he seemed to have. The witch stands there, her eyes drifting to Tetradore for the briefest of moments before she turns her head slightly to watch Ivan fold his hands behind his back.

"Ah, Risque, to what do we owe the pleasure?" his sly voice slithering across the room. It isn't long before the vampire is explaining why she's here and Vhalla arches a brow at her, staying silent for the time being, yet... it was so god damn hard to not lash out with her fiery tongue. She had never seen this woman let alone knew she was paying for services and why was Tetradore with her? Her emotions battle beneath her own mask of boredom as Ivan raises a shoulder with the slightest shrug, "I can assure you, my lovely Vhalla and I are very proficient with what we do, however, I cannot guarantee that someone else will take on the task prior to us arriving," he grins coolly at the woman, "It seems your man you wanted dead had managed to anger several people within the city, that is none of my concern nor is it my fault that Vhalla didn't reach him before someone else gutted him like a fish," he sighs, clucking his tongue as if the very thought disappointed him. "Now, if you've come for a refund you won't get one due to the contract we signed, though I might have been more willing to return your money if you hadn't decided to barge in through that door and give me a verbal lashing," he smiles apologetically at her, though there's no doubt that there is a cunning cleverness flashing through his eyes.

He ignores the woman altogether and turns his attention to Tetradore leaning against the wall, his smile taking on something more vicious, "It's a pleasure to see you again, Tetradore. I'm glad you've returned my pet to me in one piece all those months ago, did you tire of her so quickly?" he goads him endlessly, ignoring Vhalla at his side, who in turns, pales even more than her usually white skin. She manages to keep her body loose, hands still hanging limply at her sides even as she remembers that night all too well.

Vhalla Solarn

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