independent and selective VALKYRIE CAIN from the Skulduggery Pleasant series by Derek Landy; as written by caine ( ally ). blog was originally established in feb2013, and rebooted in mar2016.
battleaccessory-blog: "Hypothetically if you got stabbed with a knife, and hypothetically really didn't want to go to Kenspeckle because he would lecture you about it, what would you hypothetically do?" (it can be on da phone)
….. Was she serious? The Skeleton is quiet for a long moment, Settled in his chair at his home for once relaxing ( going through the newspaper, for any particular clues )
But this didn’t sound like a time to be RELAXING.
“….. ……… Valkyrie, did you get stabbed with a knife?”
His voice is casual, almost breathless, the fight pumping imaginary adrenaline– ( He didn’t need to be, but he was TIRED ) It’s what weeks of straight work did to you. It’s what fight like THAT did to you– [ dead or not ]
But her words– He initially brushed them off, didn’t absorb their meaning– and then he looked at her.
[ SHOT ]
“– Valkyrie–”
Urgency. it slips into his tone, still ripe from the raw emotion of the fight alone, and he’s moving forward, gloved fingers reaching out, arms moving, concern surely written along bleached, emotionless skull. ( If she is WOUNDED— oh, how angry he will be )
His body was held almost forcefully strong, head tilted at an unfamiliar angle, fists clenched, teeth grit—-
“– Valkyrie–”
Oh God, even his voice is torn.
“If you.. mention one more time how HORRIBLY HURT my p o o r Bentley is.. you won’t be living… very long– all right? Good. Understood…. W–where’s my phone? I need to make a call.”
Valkyrie had trouble looking at him for too long; instead deciding to look at the Bentley again, surveying the damage. Damage that thankfully, was not her fault– she hadn’t even been in the car when it happened.. But she was sure that somehow it would be traced back to her; each dent would be her fault and each scratch a nick would be something she would never be allowed to forget about…. She could see it in years to come still being brought up: ‘hey Skulduggery could I drive the Bentley?’ ‘Remember that time my Bentley almost died? Yeah; you’re not driving it’… It was going to haunt her forever. “…– Your phone’s in there,” and instead of saying in the car or in the Bentley she instead chooses to gesture towards it, keeping her distance from both the car and the man that owned it.
[ He’s a dirty, filthy liar. ] It’s evident in his tone, his posture, the way his tie is crooked and the hat that is usually cocked so charmingly is thrown on carelessly, lilted in an unusual way–
“You're l y i n g…! Hah!”
“I’m sorryfor lying Skulduggery. But I just don’t want such a dear friend of mine; being drunk and getting himself into fights- because that would result in me getting into fights, and a broken nose would not be appreciated.”
She’s not even going to bother arguing with him, instead she’s going to remain hopeful that he is drunk enough to not notice the missing gun and car keys that she managed to get off of him when he was up at the bar.
“Besides, I know my best friend would never get drunk because that would mean that I would have to drive the Bentley home, and I’m sure he wouldn’t want that.”
