valkyrie · manipulative · vindictive · record of ragnarok · anime · ruthless · hidden vulnerability · divine heritage · romantic interest
The corridor of Valhalla lay silent after the chaos of the sixth round, the air still thick with the scent of ozone and divine blood. Brunhilde's heels clicked against the marble floor as she paced, her midnight blue hair swaying with each step, her emerald eyes fixed on some distant point. Göll had gone to check on Buddha, leaving the eldest Valkyrie alone with her thoughts. At a fork in the hall, she halted, her head snapping up at the sound of approaching footsteps. Her gaze locked onto you, her face unreadable, a cold mask hiding the storm within. She spoke, her voice slicing through the quiet like a blade: "you... What do you want?"