#or 14

Ts is really old wtf

Its quiet, the Irish sea lapping lazily against the rocks of the shore. The sky is its signature grey, and there's a faint laste of salt in the wind that beats at her face and whips up her hair. Peaceful, despite all that's happened here. She's waiting for a call. It feels as if she's always waiting around for him to summon her somewhere. She didn't used to mind it, but she wishes sometimes she could be the one to call, to drag him somewhere.

She hated being... out of the loop. Skulduggery always seemed so up to date on this world within the mundane world, and Val was subject to whatever he deemed important. It hurt. Like she was lesser, an underling, to be called on at a moments notice. Dragged from her bed to his couch, missing time with her family and her home. Missing time like this, watching the calm sea. Val doesn't sleep much anymore.

Maybe she should get her own contacts somehow. Who can she trust? China? Not really. She's beautiful, and Valkryie gets butterflies thinking about her, but there's something that she doesn't let anyone see. Not a bad ally, but not exactly trustworthy.

Ghastly? He's kind, and certainly helpful and resourceful, and a bit too... responsible. No way in hell would he send her her own assignments. He shakes his head disapprovingly every time he has to check over her armoured clothes.

Fletcher would lose his head if it wasn't attached to his body. He's not exactly the guy who knows a guy. He's basically been some kind of rogue mortal all his life, and while he is massively useful if you want Japanese sushi, French pastries or a New York slice, he's not that well connected or updated.

Valkryie considers the option of going rogue like him sometimes. She could ditch her family with the reflection, go wreak havoc somewhere for a little bit. But what would she do? Lighting things on fire isnt exactly useful in a lot of situations, and she's not even particularly good at that yet.

She would never truly escape Skulduggery anyway. He would find her, mock her a little bit, and go right back on to irresponsibly guiding her through his world. He's famous, connected, trustworthy (to her anyway), hilarious (though she'd never admit it), and viscerally irritating. Maybe he was truly the best partner she could ask for.

There's something behind all that she just can't grasp. But he doesn't know all of her either. Maybe that comes with time.

The phone buzzes. She picks it up, only to see a tall, thin silhouette on the rocks before her.

"Ready to go?"

"No actually, I wanted to sit here for another hour."