“𝐒𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐈’𝐦 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐈’𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬! 𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫!” ——— - Literate, Mirrored Detail. - Mature Themes. - Details below. ——— [𝐁𝐨𝐪 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧]

It’s alright. I’ve noticed some things, too.

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. . . I am an open book.

That I’m not that girl. (😪)

When will it be my turn to sing “I’m not that girl”? ( 😪 )

For me, it does. I am so out-of-the-loop, I would like to know the truth of things. Information is not easy to come by in my position.

Yes. Yes, of course. Well— Is it all false? What they say of her? Her reputation has soured, and it’s so different from the person that I knew.

Is it really? I have heard only high praise for Whoville’s cuisine - what little I do hear, but I’d always thought it to be rather decadent in appearance. Exceedingly so. Though I’ve never tried it myself. Is that where you’re from originally?

Nessarose "Nessa" Thropp Current Governor of Munchkinland Soon to be titled the Wicked Witch of the East

You should. We can run away together, the pair of us. Go where ever it is that we belong. ( A hand goes to give a friendly squeeze to Fiyero’s shoulder, smiling wanly as he lays out his plan for them. )

her eyes alone. Respecting this, he moved toward his usual place in the room.

hall. An elaborate ordeal that occurred nightly, far more ornate than anything Boq knew growing up. The air was perfumed with the evening’s meal, and despite having little appetite, the scent was tempting. He paid no mind to the paper given to Nessa, assumed it was meant for+

Boq did not startle at her affection. He did not inwardly wish to withdraw his hand from her’s either, as he typically might, given the mounting resentment within him. Rather, he permitted it, even as it brought no comfort. The moment passed, then they were off to the dining+

Can you stomach literally anything, then? Aside from whatever it was that you’d eaten the other night. That’s actually very impressive.

Shame lances through him, his features dimming. Brows shift, slant upwards with emotion. “I have tried.” There’s an awful pause, his disappointment brimming. He regains himself. “I never wanted to hurt her, you must believe me.”

A fugitive would be better than whatever it is that I am now. ( His stance shifts, eyes scanning the other man’s face. ) Well, what if she doesn’t want to marry me? That’s really up to her. Is this, by any chance, brought on because of Elphaba..?

I need a plan. I fear what she might do if I should be caught in the process of leaving. She has done a great deal to keep me here. ( Brows furrow. ) You mean with Glinda?

reminded him of the freedom he no longer possessed, and the friendships he had lost. “Perhaps we go back, you and I. We can meet the others there, have a day out just as we used to.” Reality’s cruel grip upon them all made his proposition seem like wishful thinking.

perching beside Nessa, looking on as she thumbed through a book he hadn’t read, listening as she divulged its plot. Galinda and Elphaba were off to the side, Fiyero resting at Galinda’s lap. He came crashing back to reality, unable to uphold his reminiscing for long. It+

of their puzzle served as an adequate distraction, and soon his mood had cleared of emotion. “A poppy field.” The smile curving her lips did not immediately reach his own, but as his thoughts followed along the same path as her’s had, it finally took shape. He recalled+