Tugging Buttercup along, they continue to run along the bottom of the ravine. "We'll never survive!" cries Buttercup, but Westley dismisses her worries with a cavalier, "Nonsense. You're only saying that because no one ever has."
"Well that's comforting, Westley. Thank you for that," Rae remarks, dry.
The fire swamp is a fittingly dark and vine-tangled place, accompanied by ominous music. Westley and Buttercup proceed cautiously, looking around.
"It's not that bad," Westley opines lightly (causing Rae with snort into her tea). Buttercup looks at him with a puzzled expression and her head tilted. "Well, I'm not saying I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely."
They continue deeper into the swamp, but a series of popping sounds gives them pause. Suddenly, a flame spout appears beside Buttercup, and she screams. Her gown catches fire, but Westley quickly smothers it and helps her to her feet.
Well now, that was an adventure," he says, smoothly. "Singed a bit, were you?" Buttercup shakes head. "You?" Westley shakes his head, with a look that says it was never a possibility. As they continue forward, he hears the popping sounds again and quickly moves her clear of another fire spurt, just in time.
"Well, one thing I will say," he remarks. "The fire swamp certainly does keep you on your toes."
"I don't know what it is," Rae says, frowning at Westley. "I still don't like his attitude. It's.... yeah, he cares about her, but is kind of patronizing and belittling at the same time? It totally grates."
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Date: 2015-11-16 05:08 am (UTC)Westley and Buttercup race along the ravine floor. They stop as Humperdinck and his men reach the top edge of the ravine.
"Ha!" says Westley, delighted. "Your pig fiancé is too late. A few more steps and we'll be safe in the fire swamp."
Tugging Buttercup along, they continue to run along the bottom of the ravine. "We'll never survive!" cries Buttercup, but Westley dismisses her worries with a cavalier, "Nonsense. You're only saying that because no one ever has."
"Well that's comforting, Westley. Thank you for that," Rae remarks, dry.
The fire swamp is a fittingly dark and vine-tangled place, accompanied by ominous music. Westley and Buttercup proceed cautiously, looking around.
"It's not that bad," Westley opines lightly (causing Rae with snort into her tea). Buttercup looks at him with a puzzled expression and her head tilted. "Well, I'm not saying I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely."
They continue deeper into the swamp, but a series of popping sounds gives them pause. Suddenly, a flame spout appears beside Buttercup, and she screams. Her gown catches fire, but Westley quickly smothers it and helps her to her feet.
Well now, that was an adventure," he says, smoothly. "Singed a bit, were you?"
Buttercup shakes head. "You?"
Westley shakes his head, with a look that says it was never a possibility. As they continue forward, he hears the popping sounds again and quickly moves her clear of another fire spurt, just in time.
"Well, one thing I will say," he remarks. "The fire swamp certainly does keep you on your toes."
"I don't know what it is," Rae says, frowning at Westley. "I still don't like his attitude. It's.... yeah, he cares about her, but is kind of patronizing and belittling at the same time? It totally grates."