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No, Lizzy, no! There could be no buts! Oh…well…yeah that was a pretty good point.

Hel pouted. “But Lizzy…if he is not ready then…then that means I am not an honorable valkyrie.” The ghoul looked down trodden at this realization. “…If I am more honorable…if I….if I work and train harder…then he will want to, yes!?” Hel reached up now to plant her hands on Lizzy’s shoulders, gripping them securely.

“You do not know that, dear Lizzy…we could fall at any time…these are very dangerous times, ya? The odds of me dying unwed are…very great.”

It was a comforting gesture really, but as Lizzy gripped her shoulders tighter, Hel gripped hers tighter in return. That was probably from anxiety and excitement as well though. The valkyrie understood the seriousness and how grave the subject matter was though.

Her face fell once more. “….Lizzy…what must I do to make him ready?” She questioned, her gaze set and determined, though the words that came out next had Hel’s entire thought process (scrambled as it was already) looking like a train wreck. It was almost like one of those record scratching moments when something was thrown off. Hel leaned back a bit and stared at the spider demoness wide eyed. “Hold on a minute there, friend!” She cried. “Love?” She repeated incredulously, as if she hadn’t heard her the first time. Woah…woah…

Please excuse Hel while she took a very long moment to think about this.

Something he had to do on his own!?

Hel was never getting married. The reaper groaned. Her shoulders slumped under Lizzy’s hold, but she straightened out once more as the demoness’ words.

The ghoul stared into Lizzy’s pink eyes, a brow slowly raising as she thought about her words. “…Love each other?” She echoed, and then thought back to a previous conversation she had with the grim reaper. “…He said he really liked me…and I really like him too.” Hel nodded her head firmly. “...Is…this love?” Her brows furrowed. “…No. No I do not believe this is love.” Hel honestly felt like…she wasn’t there…yet? She cared strongly for him, she’d do anything for him, she was really fond of him, and she told him more things about herself than she told anyone else (who wasn’t Freya)…but she did not feel…that at this point in time.

With that cleared, Hel focused back on Lizzy. “…Honestly, friend, my mother did not marry my father because she loved him. She married him because he was strong, ruthless, and blood thirsty. But…I would say now that…she is fond of him, yes!” Fond of him after nearly twenty years, yes. Perfect role model.

Poor Lizzy.

The reaper’s face fell again at Lizzy’s questions. “…No…we did not talk about it that much.” She was pouting again. “Because he was not…enthused about the subject at all.” Woe is Hel. Something she wanted out of the marriage…The ghoul leaned closer to Lizzy (which was pretty damn close, considering they were already close to begin with), and uttered in a hushed tone. “…Honestly friend, I am not concerned about scarelings right now…though I suppose…if I truly thought about that I wanted out of a marriage…” Hel was rather passionate about the subject, so she was able to talk to Lizzy about it a bit more easily. “…It is the constant companionship. Marriage…it means that other will be there for you always…the other will be yours always…ya?”

Hel tilted her head, her brows furrowing at Lizzy’s next question, and then a horrified expression crossed her face, and her hands tightened on the ghoul once more. “Oh jack no!” She cried. “I would never prefer anyone over Mot!” Now that was a pretty bold claim…

Whaaat? Marriages? Failing? Hel’s mind could not compute. “…Lizzy…I do not know of one valkyrie that has failed a marriage with her husband…that is…unheard of!” Yes, Hel came from a very old school traditional-type culture. There was only one way out of marriage to her. Death. “I do not understand why a marriage would go through if both parties were not sure, anyways.” That’s why she needed to make Mot ready.

“Love…will come in time?” Hel echoed. “…Ah…I suppose…” One of those wait and see things. Once again she frowned though. She was fine with the love will come in time idea…but not so much the accepting the marriage idea in time. She didn’t have time…or so she thought. Hel just sighed deeply. At this point, it seemed her chances of dying unwed were far greater…

Woe is Hel.

“…Ah…Lizzy…I suppose…while we are on the subject…in a way…I uh…” Her brows furrowed. “…I do admit…I require your…assistance in a most serious matter.”

Hel scowled at the mention of Mac and words. She needed to clock the Psychopomp another one, actually! The jerk refused to tell her what was up with him and Lizzy after all…so of course she didn’t like to hear what he thought about marriage now! “Let us just hope that if and when the time comes, Mac will man up to it, ya?”

Okay…now time to ask.

Hel shifted a bit, her brow furrowing. Okay…she just needed to come out and say it. “…Scarentines is coming soon.” The ghoul started, her expression grim. “…It is Mot’s birthday…and I…” Oh dear Jack, getting the next words out were like pulling teeth. Hel looked pained trying to say them. “…I would like to purchase a nice dress for the occasion…and…shoes…and…” She was muttering now, “Hair…and you are rather talented at all of these things.”

Sadly, Hel did not find anything odd or unusual about Lizzy blushing or squirming when Mac was mentioned. To the valkyrie, that was how Lizzy usually was when the reaper was mentioned. She remembered how the spider demoness looked when she ranted about Mac, thank you very much.

The ghoul startled at Lizzy’s sudden enthusiasm, and couldn’t help but blush lightly as well and rub her cheek as she was pulled into a hug. Surprised, huh? Hopefully the good kind. “…Uh…” Why did there have to be different kinds of dresses? “…I…I am not certain…I just need…a nice dress…and one that is red…” Was someone creeping around GroanSpring about someone’s favorite color? Nah.