#ardereanimarum

     𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊  𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊  𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍  𝐈𝐍  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐈𝐌,     unsure  of  what  to  really  make  of  her  but  he  could  definitely  tell  she  was  a  warrior.     she  reminded  him  of  the  valkyries  from  asgard,  the  strong  warrior  women  that  were  truly  a  marvel  to  behold.     he  couldn’t  help  but  smile  slightly  as  he  looked  at  her,      “     well  aren’t  you  a  sight  to  behold,      ”     loki  admitted,  still  keeping  his  distance  because  he  was  unsure  of  whether  to  trust  any  heroes  at  this  point,      “     you’re  definitely  not  like  the  midgardians,  you’re  something     .     .     .     different,      ”

     "      𝗬𝗢𝗨  𝗖𝗔𝗡  𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗟  𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗞  𝗧𝗢  𝗠𝗘,     v.     i’m  still  the  same  betty     .     .     .     i  just  couldn’t  tell  any  of  you  about  all  this  craziness,      ”     betty  admitted,  knowing  she  was  explaining  all  of  this  really  badly.     how  do  you  even  begin  to  tell  people  that  the  monsters  they  read  about  were  actually  real?     then  when  you’ve  figured  that  out,  how  you  tell  them  that  you’ve  been  trained  to  kill  those  monsters  since  you  could  walk?     she  hated  lying  to  her  friends,  hated  waiting  for  the  moment  that  jughead  may  turn  into  the  monster  that  his  family  were,  she  hated  knowing  she  was  keeping  secrets  from  all  of  them.     she  wished  she  could  have  been  more  honest,  but  would  veronica  have  even  believed  her?     she  just  wished  she  knew  how  to  fix  this,  to  not  lose  her  friendship  with  any  of  them  as  much  as  she  could.     she  missed  her  best  friend  and  she  hated  feeling  like  maybe  things  wouldn’t  go  back  to  normal,      “     you  can  ask  me  anything  and  i’ll  explain  it  all  to  you,  i  promise.     no  more  lies,  no  more  secrets,      ”

A snicker escaping the male in response to what the female had just spoken, it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that one out. Anyone could have told her that Billy didn't practically care for relationships, he was more the type to fuck them and leave them type. It was just better that way, for many reasons. And right now he wasn’t even pursuing her so where this even came from was beyond him, although if he had to guess then she probably heard rumors about him and assumed. Which was rude because assuming made an ass out of her and him, or so the saying goes but it was unavoidable so he shrugged it off. A look of bewilderment as he shook his head at her. ❝Well obviously, I could have told you that from the start. I’m pretty sure that anyone could.❞ Billy retorted out, curious to see where this was heading. ❝What gave you the impression that I even wanted something like that? Or were you telling that to yourself?❞ 

"What's the matter," worry laced through his words as he looked at her with earnest concern. The vampire had been vanquished. No longer had they any need to fear the Count's presence.

“I hadn’t meant to offend you,” Jorah corrected, straightening on his horse, “I had only meant to speak about the woes of your people. They need a sense of peace. A peace they have long but forgotten.”