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

The two were polar opposites and yet they always managed to seek each other out, sometimes it was intentionally but it was mostly just happened to work out that way. Vhalla was entirely certain that she could be on the other side of the world and he would show up, that's just how it worked. The hunter was someone she absolutely despised and yet, he was constantly on her mind, his face never far from her thoughts even when she was desperately trying to drown herself in liquor. It didn't help that Ivan continued to torment her with his comments that everyone she had ever cared for had simply abandoned her. She already knew she was worthless, she had accepted that long ago but aggravating that old wound never helped, it simply pushed her closer and closer to that edge. Or maybe she had already fallen over that edge and was still spiraling down. She didn't know, didn't care. What the witch did know was that Laz was here. Another form of punishment in itself and he didn't even know it. At least when he was gone she didn't have to face her emotions, it was much easier to bury them, to allow herself to go numb to the world.

So, Vhalla does what she does best and that was to put on her bitchiest attitude as a defense mechanism to keep anyone from getting too close. She would much rather everyone hate her, she already hated herself. Flicking her hair, she has the satisfaction of him swatting her away, that anger boiling in his irises, Vhal simply grinning at him like a fiend even though her own eyes remain quite dead. Its easy to fall into the roll of being an asshole, especially as she comments on his choice of drink. What she doesn't expect is him to bring up that night. The night they both decided to hell with it and live in the moment, even though they both were certain they would regret it in the morning. Blood heating at the memory, she merely narrows her eyes and gives him a bored shrug, "We just used each other to get off, you know as much as I that it didn't mean anything," she states blandly, holding his gaze for a moment before she takes another swig of her beer.

Lies. Lies. Lies.

Of course it meant something to her. But, how could she ever admit it? It was best if they parted ways, to never see each other again and if Vhal could chase him off, well - she was certain it would be the safest course of action for the siblings. Still, she continues her onslaught, calling him names only for him to do the same. Snorting in amusement, smoke curls from her nostrils as she looks at him, "Of course I am," she coos, batting her long lashes at him, "Why would I ever change? I'm perfect." Oh how she knew men hated an overly arrogant woman. Laz though, he was a mystery, he almost seemed like he enjoyed it. Though, she could very well be wrong. There's only a moment of silence before she lets it slip that she was waiting for a text, for him to reach out to her. The moment it left her lips she regretted it - especially when his response was quite nearly a snarl. Ash coats her tongue as her anger rises, her irises practically a living flame as she stares at him.

"I don't even know why I bothered," she scoffs at him, managing to stare down her nose disdainfully. "I guess I thought you might be curious if I was still alive or not," she snaps as heat wafts off her, the witch struggling to keep it together. Laz knew about her, knew a lot of shit, he had met Ivan and was privy to some of the more fucked up aspects of her life. She knew she shouldn't have cared and yet, that's what happens when you tend to spend more time with someone. Looking away from him, she finishes off her beer before pulling her hair to her side, revealing a jagged scar peeking from her shirt as it crawls up the side of her neck. Waving down the bartender she slides her glass forward, "Two shots of tequila," she mutters to him and the bartender obliges immediately, pouring it directly in front of her. The bartended barely finishes before she's downing them both in succession, the burn racing down her throat. She was trying to not be an alcoholic, she supposed she could blame Laz for bringing out all her bad habits.

When he finally answers her, she's thankful for the slight buzz that's engulfed her or she was quite certain she would have closed the gap between them and decked him right in his pretty face. Instead, a dead laugh escapes her as she lazily glances at him, her eyes sharp as she focuses on him, "That's how its going to be, huh?" again, that disdainful look, "You should probably stay away from the westside, Ivan doesn't know you're in town." A gentle reminder that Ivan still held her leash, that it was only a matter of time before her owner decided to send her after Laz.

Vhalla Solarn

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