not a goddamned princess .

‘look, let’s just skip the pleasantries. i don’t like you. you don’t like me. i can deal with that, so let’s get this shit-show over with. what do you want?’ 

            ‘ i did what i had to do, eliot.  if you want to hate me for it, then fine. i can live with that.  you want to know how?  because you’re fucking alive. ‘  

        ‘ you and i both know i’m not good at this whole thing. ‘  she waves her arms around them for emphasis. avoiding her emotions is much easier than talking about them. margo is not soft. there are thorns surrounding her heart and if josh gets any closer, he’s going to get hurt.  ‘ ─ so, why don’t we quit while we’re ahead, hoberman?  ‘ 

             ‘ tell me about it. ’  she rolls her eyes heavenwards before glancing back towards the rookie. ‘ well? what are you waiting for? you heard him, skedaddle. pronto. ’  she has a satisfied smirk on her face.  ‘ can you believe that guy wants to go to ibiza? says his name is todd. ’  she shudders just thinking about it. ‘ anyways, i have my guest list. what about yours? ’ there is a glimmer in her eyes, as there always is when she’s about to grill him about something. ‘ ─ am i finally going to meet the lost puppy that’s been following you around? or are you keeping this one all to yourself? ’

‘oh, please - don’t insult me.  i could do this in my sleep.’  

‘does it look like i’m in the mood?’     it’s true, she is tense.   more so than usual.  the side effects of ruling a kingdom in a different world,  among other things.    she sighs,  allowing herself a moment to breathe.  ‘i’m sorry, okay?  i’m just on edge.  and for the record,  these days everyone does have an ulterior motive, sweetheart.’   always the realist.