this is why i can't take you anywhere mer. GOD.

[myownhand]

Just in case I didn't make it clear before--

I'm not for sale.

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[rideofthefearlings]

That is awfully final of you.

[myownhand]

Because it is final. I'm not some sort of commodity.

[rideofthefearlings]

Perhaps your definition of the term is merely too narrow.

[myownhand]

[She scoffs.]

And maybe yours is too wide.

What d'y'want with me, Pitch? There's no reason for y't'be interested in me.

[rideofthefearlings]

It's called the advantage of experience, dear girl.

[ He mimics her scoff with one of his own. ]

On the contrary, you are quite interesting. You've made yourself so... are you really surprised it attracts the attention of those who know a thing or two about fate?

[myownhand]

[Glowering now, she's practically bristling]

I've done nothin' but be friends with Jack. There's nothin' more to it.

What would you know about fate, anyway?

[rideofthefearlings]

[ And she wonders why she's interesting. ]

Friends with Jack, yes. It should be such a simple thing, correct? Just like all of your many other friends, except...

[ Except her circle of friends was rather... nonexistent small. ]

That we've both desired -- and succeeded -- in breaking it.

[myownhand]

[She doesn't like that implication one bit. She never had a lot of friends-- came with the princess role. Not really by choice, but by the fact that many seemed to hold her at arms length. Sure she was friendly with everyon in the castle. But friends?

No, Jack was definitely one of her only friends. And it's not something she wants to discuss.]

And it nearly destroyed my family. I don't see your point.

[marysuit]

In terms of your kind, everything is for sale.

[myownhand]

What are y'talkin' about. Y'can't just sell people.

[Oh mer. Your parents are so noble.]

[memoryguardian]

Mind telling my mun I'm not for sale either?

She doesn't seem keen on listening to me and I'm about to become some creep's queen.

[marysuit]

I can't. It's not my style.

But people sell themselves everyday.

[specificskills]

Who's trying to sell you?

[myownhand]

Someone's tryin' t'buy me. [Eyeroll.] Puffed up and full of himself.

[myownhand]

I don't, though.

[myownhand]

I don't know if that'll do any good. Th'muns don't ever listen t'us.

[specificskills]

I'd imagine any man trying to buy a woman would have to be full of himself. Is there no way out of it?

[is he required]

[marysuit]

Not even to your own wants?

[myownhand]

I think I'm fine. Loki saved me. And gave me popcorn.

[NOT.

EVEN.


LYING.]

[heroical]

[ just sits in this whole post.

oh, Merida. ]

[myownhand]

..What d'y'mean?

[myownhand]

[IGNORES]

[heroical]

[ WATCHES

do you feel that chill running down your spine, Merida ]

[marysuit]

There's always that one thing we want. That one thing we give anything to attain.

Isn't that right?

[myownhand]

Well, of course. But why would y'sell yourself?

[AHAHAHA YOU SOLD OUT YOUR OWN MOTHER]