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

The fact that Will didn't follow her across the room made her feel like her point was finally getting across, maybe he would leave this time and save the two of them even more suffering. So, Vhalla attempts to bury the hatchet, her fingers loosely hanging onto the neck of the bottle before setting it down almost silently on the table behind her. It was easy to make people hate her, she was a pro at it - it wouldn't be long before William despised her, she was going to make sure of that. So, as she point blank announces that she didn't care for him and didn'tl think of him, she stares at him with dead blue eyes, her face a mask of indifference. The shock that coursed through him was almost palpable, she could see a wide range of emotions crossing his features as his lips parted. Will was never very good at hiding his emotions and this was no different.

Vhalla forces to keep her blank gaze on Will as he processes her words, the man even going so far to choke out her name as if that simple word would change things. She doesn't say anything and instead allows him to gather his thoughts - she could see his breaking point on the horizon and she was certain she merely needed to give him another nudge before he fell over the edge. It takes him a moment before he's forming sentences, the assassin merely bringing her arms up to fold over her chest as if this were the most inconvenient conversation she had ever been apart of. When William stalks closer to her she doesn't move knowing he wouldn't grab onto her again after she previously yanked herself out of his arms. Still, she didn't particularly care to have him so close to her, it made her feel slightly unbalanced as she had to crane her head back to stare at him.

Planting her feet slightly wider to keep her inebriated state under control, a slight glare enters her gaze at his comments, "I'm not angry at you, I just don't care," she drawled darkly and clearly that statement was Will's breaking point as anger flashes across his face, his hand snapping out faster than her mind could comprehend. Before she knew it, her wrist was wrapped almost painfully in his hand, Vhal blinking in shock at the sudden change in his demeanor. She had never seen Will angry before, upset - sure, but anger was a rarity. She staggers towards him, a combination of the sudden rough pull and the alcohol has her slamming against his chest, her eyes flashing angrily up at him. How dare he! The icy demeanor she had maintained throughout their entire meeting vanished in an instant, replaced with fiery flames that smoldered in her eyes. "What the fuck did you expect Will?!" She roared at him, struggling to keep her powers at bay - though they threatened to be unleashed to set him on fire to set the whole god damn world on fire.

"Just because I have a sadistic owner doesn't mean I need to understand anything!" She snarls savagely into his face before jerking her hand painfully from him, taking a step back to put distance between them, only to forget there was a table behind her. She bumps into it feeling more cornered than she had in a long time. "No it wasn't your god damn fault you were taken, no it wasn't your fault you had to do things you didn't want to do. But guess what? Life isn't fucking fair!" She growls at him, her hand slashing down between them angrily and without realizing it - she had called on her flames. Her hand a torch as it cuts between them, the heat wafting off it enough to singe her eyebrows and certainly Will's too. It takes her only a moment to put out the flame, sucking in a deep breath she could taste the smoke curling on her tongue.

Leaning both hands back on the table to keep Will safe from her outbursts, she could smell the smoke coming off the wood but it never catches. She would have some interesting handprints there in the morning when she finally discovered them and yet it was the last thing on her mind as she glare up at Will, only to find a trace of madness dancing in his eyes. Oh. She had seen madness like that before, she - herself had suffered from it as a child and only barely managed to pull herself out of it. That madness made people dangerous and right now, will looked dangerous. He had never been the one to lose his temper nor was he the one to raise his voice. Despite Will's past he had always been more softhearted than most people and right now... right now, Vhalla could feel a small trickle of unease crawling down her spine, cutting through her rage. A small voice in her head warned her to not push him and perhaps, under other circumstances, she would have listened but that wave of anger was far too forceful. It devoured everything in its path, even the warning siren that was going off in her head. "What do you want Will? Do you want Ivan's job? Become my master? I'm sure if you offered him a hefty sum you might be able to buy me out of servitude," she sneered. Oh, it was a low blow and she knew it. Referring back to that night so many years ago when he bought her for an evening. As if he had much of a choice and yet - Vhalla couldn't help but throw it back in his face.

Vhalla Solarn

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