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

Vhalla was all too aware of Tetradore leaning against that wall, even when he did push off to stand she had a difficult time not allowing her eyes to be drawn to him. Instead, she focuses on the red-lipped woman who commanded everyone's attention within that warehouse. There was something about her that made the assassin want to lean into her words, she was all too alluring and it was a struggle for the witch to stay where she was, her blue eyes briefly flashing towards Ivan as he continues to coolly smile at the vampire. Ivan's own silky voice slithers across her ears as he speaks to the woman only for a temper to be thrown back at the two of them. If Risque had been a shifter herself, a feline to be exact, she could practically picture the lashing of her tail. Only confusion continued to build within the young assassin, she wasn't aware of any of this, Ivan had never mentioned a job even in recent weeks! Still, she remains silent, waiting to see what her master would do. It wasn't often she met someone who could rival Ivan. "I imagine your spies are doing a rather poor job my dear, Risque," he purrs with such forced pity in his voice as he folds his hands behind his back, his own glacier eyes staring at the vampire before him.

As she continues to speak, Ivan can't help but feel a thrill of excitement go through him. He had worked with Risque a number of times in the past and he could never get over the excitement that she brought to the table, though he hardly cared to 'date' in any sense, Ivan preferring something more... witchy to his liking, he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be with such a wicked woman like the one before him. The French that so falls from her lips is like music to his ears as he lets his eyes linger on her face before replying, "Ah, I fear a great deal," he merely replies with a slight shrug of his shoulders, his eyes traveling to that sadistic smile that so spreads across those delicious red lips. "As we all do, I'm sure," he adds on after a moment, his attention momentarily altered to the were-king standing behind Risque. He allows his voice to slither out, calling upon the man only to listen to his response, the promise of violence so twined through Tetradore's words. And it was with his words that was like a blow to Vhalla, a bunch in the gut. Though what they had was fleeting, Tetradore denying her it was still painful to be turned down and now his very words practically took her breath away.

She hid it well, her eyes only briefly glancing over the man who might have been her lover if it weren't for Ivan, only to travel to Risque, the woman almost... taken aback by the reveal. Ivan lets his attention return to Risque, that knowing smile still touching the corners of his lips, "You didn't know?" he purrs at her with feigned confusion, "These two have a bit of a history, would be lovers if I'm being generous," he glances at Vhalla briefly, "At least your pet knows better than to pursue something impossible, I can't say the same for mine," he sighs, clucking his tongue once more in pity. He had perhaps hoped that his brief mention of Tetradore would divert the woman's anger somewhere else and yet, it didn't seem to do much. Not that he minded he was certain he would work with the sadistic woman again in the future after she was done with her little temper tantrum. Instead, he sighs and internally tugs on that bond between him in Vhalla, the witch stiffening her stance as she shoots a glare at the man. How she despised being summoned in such a way! And yet, she couldn't resist the summoning as she slowly moved to stand in front of him, her heart hardening as she takes a look at the pair before her.

"I had hoped we could settle this without any violence, though it seems I am mistaken. I'm happy to oblige you with another assassination, perhaps one that doesn't have several people trying to kill the same target," he sighs again, though he knows there was no changing the woman's mind at the moment. He was still convinced she would be back as Ivan glances at Tetradore moving forward, "Very well then," he gestures towards Vhalla, "If you would be so kind, my darling pet, to take care of this," he says, almost bored as Vhalla relaxes into her usual stance, hardly wanting to protect the man and yet, she didn't have a choice. Vhalla also knew she wasn't any match for the were-king, she didn't even have speed on him and yet, there was still a part of her that knew Ivan wouldn't let any real damage be done to her. As much as she wanted Tetradore to kill her and put her out of her misery, she knew it wouldn't be possible... at least with Ivan here. And so she waits, her grip tightening on the flames within her, for once, her control over the living force inside her almost perfected.

Vhalla Solarn

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