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

In her drunken state, Vhalla had hardly realized she had stated aloud that she didn't want to remember. However, Sam's question is entirely lost on deaf ears as she simply focuses on the moving sidewalk, her eyes widening as she watches the concrete simply shift beneath her. Finally, she announces she will accompany the faerie woman back to her apartment with the insistence that she supply the witch with more alcohol. Yes, she shouldn't be drinking anymore and yet, Vhal simply had turned off that part of her brain that told her when too much was being consumed. Even when morning came and she was nursing a nasty hangover, the woman simply couldn't bring herself to regret her actions.

As she pushes onward down the sidewalk, she hardly notices Sam much at all, the assassin far too consumed by making sure to put one foot in front of the other. Truly, it was amazing she didn't just fall over considering how much she was staggering. Still, when they finally reached the complex, the drunken assassin groaned at the sight, hardly looking forward to climbing the blasted steps. She must have stayed out loud as Sam's voice gathers her attention, barely, Vhalla frowning at her. Who was Aiden? She couldn't remember, never had she heard of that name! The thought is fleeting as she shrugs it off, the girl sure to forget the events altogether come morning time.

It takes her an unnecessarily long time to reach the top of those stairs, Vhalla hanging onto the railing with a death grip as she finally settles in front of that door, banging on it with an absurd amount of force. Vhalla was quite near to calling forth a fireball to simply burn down that door when Sam pushes her hand away and scolds her. The assassin merely shrugs, dropping her hand to her side to watch Samantha do her thing and let them both in. She pauses momentarily, her bleary eyes taking in the familiar apartment. Truly, nothing had changed. Everything was exactly the same as it had been since the last time Vhalla had been here, with the exception of the couch. It had been months since she had set foot in this apartment, only replacing that piece of furniture after she had set it on fire.

Her glacier eyes travel to the rug on the floor, knowing full well there was a scorch mark on the ground after she had lost control. That night had seemed so long ago, one of the last nights she had seen Dorian in this apartment before he decided to get all fancy and buy himself a massive house. She couldn't blame him, he was a newlywed after all, even if she admitted to herself that she was terribly envious by the two lovebirds. They were so happy together and even though the assassin remained as security to them, she had a difficult time being in the presence of both of them... that and Dorian would simply scold her for her alcohol consumption. At least with Sebastian he would just drink with her.

She hardly stands in the doorway for very long as Sam begins to nudge her to that new couch, Vhalla almost wanting to resist but instead, she allows the woman to push her forward. Falling into the couch with a sigh, she settles into the confines of the cushions as Sam announces she will get her a drink. She doesn't say anything the assassin beginning to get a grip on her bearings, although, the room was spinning now rather than the floor. Closing her eyes briefly, she realized it only made it worse before she reopens them and stares at the ceiling. It doesn't seem that Sam is gone long before she's shoving a cup of coffee into her hands, Vhal sitting up to get a better grip on it as she frowns at the dark liquid. "This... is not alcohol," she grunts though she hardly says another word as she brings it to her lips and takes a drink.

A silence falls over the two of them as Vhal simply takes several sips, the warmth welcome in her body. Sighing heavily, she finally turns to the red haired woman, "Why did you leave? You didn't even say goodbye," she states, a sort of exhaustion settling into her features as her eyes clear a bit.

Vhalla Solarn

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