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

Vhalla is almost confused by the situation she had found herself in, she had been at the bar and now... her missing friend had found her on the street. What in the hell was going on? Her muddled mind couldn't keep up with it and yet, she could distantly remember setting Sam's couch on fire, that night Sebastian brought her home after he had bitten her. Honestly, the assassin was surprised she didn't set the whole damn flat on fire! Poor Dorian's face at the sight of such a thing! Truly, it was comical and yet, the witch couldn't help but feel guilty after her... outburst, the woman going so far as to purchase a new couch and find Sebastian to kick his ass. Unfortunately, that didn't go as planned, the assassin having getting drunk with him and making a new friend, now she worked as security for them in her free time, not that she had much time these days with Ivan breathing down her neck so consistently. Still, she's unable to grasp onto one emotion for long, Vhalla going through a whole slew before she simply explains the couch as cracked laughter slips through her lips, her body leaning heavily on the wall.

God, why was the sidewalk spinning so much?

The assassin is hardly able to hang onto the faerie's words for long, her blue eyes blinking blearily at the red head. What she does notice is the way Sam pulls her into a hug, the witch stiffening immediately, hardly returning the gesture and instead, stands there with her arms limp at her side. The woman couldn't stand being touched anymore, the last embrace she had was Laz before he more or less disappeared. Their relationship was one of anger and yet, she couldn't help but feel a pang every time she thought of him. How she had managed to get so attached to the hunter was beyond her and yet, that was all she could think of in that moment as Sam embraced her. She's quite ready to pull away, to push out of that one-sided embrace before Sam simply lets go and reaches for her wrist. Vhalla can't help but go along, the woman too drunk to realize what was going on, the fleeting thought of Lazarus drowned in her mind once again.

Staggering behind the woman, she hardly says a word as her breath clouds in front of her face, though the comment that Sam wanted to sober her up has Vhalla pausing and wrenching her wrist from the faerie's hand, "I dun wanna sober up," Vhalla slurs at her, the girl practically staggering to a stop, though her body sways. "I dun wanna 'member," she says, her blue eyes seeking out Sam in front of her as she takes a few wobbly steps forward. "I'll come to yer house if ya got booze," she states just as she reaches Sam and nearly topples into her before regaining her own balance. "Kay?" She demands and before Sam can even reply. Moving back down the sidewalk, this time without Samantha, she racks through her brain to remember the location of the apartment. I mean, she had stayed there with Dorian for a few days after Sam had disappeared, Vhalla going as far as to befriend the Fae King. A unique friendship they possessed and yet, Vhal rather enjoyed his and his husband's company from time to time.

She walks in silence, barely noting the faerie woman next to her as she's concentrating far too hard on putting one foot in front of the other, that damn apartment flat coming into view. Head tilting back, she staggers a bit as she looks at the stairs. She had forgotten about the stairs, how did she forget? Brushing her white hair from her face, she reaches out and grasps the railing, "Sammmmm, why does your apartment have to have... god... damn stairs," she whines pathetically as she begins the ascent. Vhal was lucky she still had decent reflexes as a drunk, the girl slowly but surely making her way up those stairs and finally stopping in front of the door, Vhalla quite literally beginning to bang a fist on the apartment door, "Where's the boooooze," she drunkenly states, quite loudly if I may add.

Vhalla Solarn

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