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the one with the dog. dorothy?

wouldn't be in danger. “okay, i'm your guest. but we don't have much time,” elphaba reminded her. she hated being the bad guy, but that's what she was now, right?

“just curious,” she simply explained with a shrug and another shy smile that was trying to cover everything going on her heart and her head. she eyed the place with a flicker of curiosity. it probably didn't hurt anyone to see her best friend's suite if she had reassured she

don't tell that to that girl, she'll think you've gone crazy.

place she’s created for herself. instead, her pleading eyes reach him first, followed by her hands resting against his chest. “i’m glad you’re here. i— i thought we'd never see each other.”

don’t take it out,” she confesses. not the best answer, but an honest one. after one last tender kiss, elphaba reaches for his hand and leads him through the lair, out into the open where the moon casts its light. oz. what has she done to deserve him? she doesn’t explain the

“y-yes, of course.” again, it takes her by surprise. she’d convinced herself even fiyero had betrayed her when she found him in the woods, so this feels like a dream she hasn’t woken from yet... and she’s afraid she will. “it helps me think about how they see me. that’s why i

seconds while the blonde hugged her, then relaxed into her arms. “i've missed you too, glin,” she confessed in a whisper. “you say fiyero is not here, right?”

“i don't know, this place is...” she had a lot of possible ways to describe it: too much. an extension of what had become her safe place at shiz. too 𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂, even if that wasn't negative per se. “huge,” she ended up settling for. she stood a bit awkwardly for a few

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when she had discovered she was expecting fiyero's child. she didn't want to be like her parents had been — yet the fear nagged at her more than she'd admit. “what should we do for lurlinemas? i need your help with the decorations.”

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⋱ ✰ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 for @wickedsouthwest. “emmy,” elphaba said with a warm smile. it was rare in most occasions, but her daughter was one of the exceptions she was willing to do. insecurities were a recurring nightmare of hers, especially at the beginning

“oh, i've never dared to do that. what colors are we looking for? it seems there are lots of those, she has a whole rainbow in here...”

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behind the curtains. reluctantly, but less stiff than she had envisioned. “look, i don't have much time to talk.”

too pink. it was practically what elphaba had expected after having shared a room with glinda, except for the fact she wasn't even sure of the arrangements she had with fiyero. “no servants? not even morrible appearing out of nowhere?” she asked, discovering herself from

knowing his ‘magic’ abilities he'll probably pull out a coin out of your ear or some trick like that.

almost unfamiliar. “i’m glad you’re here, fiyero,” she whispers, her breath brushing his. then she leans in, kissing him again.

it surprises her — of course it does. she can count on one hand the times anyone has ever put her first. not her parents, not nessarose… maybe only glinda and fiyero had ever tried, apart from dulcibear. she feels the realization, a warm and heavy sensation in her chest,