"Poor Buttercup," Rae remarks. "Her fiance is awful, her love - unbeknownst to her - is imprisoned and about to be tortured, she's got a seriously stupid-sounding name, and she's got not just her own conscience berating her while she sleeps, she's got an eleven year old know-it-all playing critic in another layer of reality."
"....And us," she adds, a moment later. "Fair's fair."
"It comes to this," declares Buttercup, confronting Humperdinck. "I love Westley. I always have. I know now I always will. If you tell me I must marry you in ten days, please believe I will be dead by morning." Humperdinck seems to take this very seriously. "I could never cause you grief. Consider our wedding off."
He rises, and asks Count Rugen, "You, uh, returned this Westley to his ship?" "Yes," replies the count. "Then we will simply alert him. Beloved, are you certain he still wants you?" Humperdinck asks, doubtfully. "After all, it was you who did the leaving in the fire swamp. Not to mention that, uh, pirates are not known to be men of their words." "My Westley will always come for me."
"Westley said so, after declaring his love is true, so it might as well be a law of nature," Rae remarks, wryly. That's how stories work.
"Ah..." replies the prince, still doubtful,then brightens somewhat as an idea appears to strike him. "I suggest a deal. You write four copies of a letter. I'll send my four fastest ships, one in each direction. The Dread Pirate Roberts is always close to Florin this time of year. We'll run up the white flag and deliver your message. If Westley wants you, bless you both. If not, please consider me as an alternative to suicide. Are we agreed?" Buttercup nods.
Rae snags the popcorn bowl and takes a handful before offering the bowl to Autor. "You've got to wonder what extra sense told Westley that Buttercup was in danger so he could come back from sailing the high seas just in time and just in the right place to save her from Vizzini. Buttercup apparently got none of that sense."
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Date: 2015-11-24 05:04 am (UTC)"....And us," she adds, a moment later. "Fair's fair."
"It comes to this," declares Buttercup, confronting Humperdinck. "I love Westley. I always have. I know now I always will. If you tell me I must marry you in ten days, please believe I will be dead by morning."
Humperdinck seems to take this very seriously. "I could never cause you grief. Consider our wedding off."
He rises, and asks Count Rugen, "You, uh, returned this Westley to his ship?"
"Yes," replies the count.
"Then we will simply alert him. Beloved, are you certain he still wants you?" Humperdinck asks, doubtfully. "After all, it was you who did the leaving in the fire swamp. Not to mention that, uh, pirates are not known to be men of their words."
"My Westley will always come for me."
"Westley said so, after declaring his love is true, so it might as well be a law of nature," Rae remarks, wryly. That's how stories work.
"Ah..." replies the prince, still doubtful,then brightens somewhat as an idea appears to strike him. "I suggest a deal. You write four copies of a letter. I'll send my four fastest ships, one in each direction. The Dread Pirate Roberts is always close to Florin this time of year. We'll run up the white flag and deliver your message. If Westley wants you, bless you both. If not, please consider me as an alternative to suicide. Are we agreed?"
Buttercup nods.
Rae snags the popcorn bowl and takes a handful before offering the bowl to Autor. "You've got to wonder what extra sense told Westley that Buttercup was in danger so he could come back from sailing the high seas just in time and just in the right place to save her from Vizzini. Buttercup apparently got none of that sense."