she shakes her head at her phone , and though betty sighs , there’s a gentle smile upon her lips . oh archie , she thinks : vampires don’t exist . werewolves are the only ones he should have to worry about , and as far as she knows , jughead and jellybean aren’t a problem . yet . her aunt would let her know she had to come back if it was . instead , betty lets out an embarrassed chuckle , cheeks flushing as she covers her mouth .
‘ how old is this town ? ’ she’ll ask him curiously , bambi eyes glancing up at him to see his answer . if veronica was here , she’d demand a new window immediately - or buy it herself . betty , however , is far more used to how things can fall apart . the blonde thinks that it can give a place more character . it’s the cracks that keeps things interesting .
‘ i suppose . i guess i’m just a bit old fashioned , i like having the margins to take notes in . and the feeling of paper . ’ she blinks in surprise at his question , head tilts for a moment in thought . ‘ you mean , into legends ? the whole town is sort of into it . or at least the one . we call it the riverdale ripper . ’ she shrugs , for she’s still alive , isn’t she ? ‘ there were a few … messy murders about 30 years ago . they popped back up this year , though . ’
𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. the unspoken words, held back by his tongue. part of him wanted to tell her – those legends she grew up with? they weren’t just stories. but he would not shatter that illusion. for now she would continue to live in a world that still possesed something magical to it, something unexplainable.
❛ i don’t know — ancient by the looks of it, ❜ roman answered with a shrug. his fingertips brushed over the empty pages of his notebook. she was right though – it did feel nice. there was an appreciation that some people held for the smaller things in life, things that just flew by him, something that would not occupy any space in his head on any given day. but he liked it; perhaps more so because of the way she spoke about said things.
❛ messy how? ❜ and though he did not know much about his mother’s kind, his kind to make an educated guess about the identity of said ripper, the more she talked about him, the more he felt that this wasn’t just some regular guy on the hunt for unsuspecting townsfolk. ❛ this... ripper. what can you tell me about him? ❜ roman leaned in closer, head tilted forward, his eyes met hers.
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