amelie hampton.

“You flatter me,” she grinned. ”And you should not stop. I have lived too long to remain humble.” Lagertha was only joking, but truthfully, both women had received perhaps every compliment under the sun throughout their immortal lives. Their beauty and strength was infamous. But only when it came from the other did it truly matter.

“Yeah, I doubt those types would have a great time amongst the heart of the people who destroyed their way of life. But fair’s only fair, hey?” Billy’s smirk lessened at the rejection, but he didn’t take it to heart. He enjoyed the chase of someone playing hard to get, which is how he usually took it. “Nah, not really. It’s not about the aim for me. More about the journey. Besides, I meant what I said. You can take it or leave it, that’s entirely up to you.”

“That it is,” Amelie agreed, her smile pinched. “Sometimes fire must be fought with fire, wouldn’t you agree?” Not that she’d wasted her own time getting involved in human affairs, but if she were to have fought, it would’ve been for the rebellion. The needless torture of children had always disgusted her. “Well let’s hope that journey leads somewhere pleasant. I’ll take it, for now. But with a pinch of salt.” There was always an ulterior motive. Amelie suspected it’d make itself known, eventually. 

“Noted, again. My apologies,” he held up a hand in surrender, polite smile returning. “I thought we had a few ex-Capitolites still among us. Was I misinformed?” Billy had done his fair share of research before settling here. It seemed particularly diverse. “And a gorgeous one, at that.”