Gelphie One-shot...proof that I need to stop procrastinating on my finals...
Title: What Happens When Glinda Goes Shopping…
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One-shot of a trinket Glinda brings back to the dorm, and Elphaba’s reaction
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Wicked © Gregory Maguire, and the candleholder in question is an actual candleholder on display at Gump’s San Francisco on Maiden Lane.
“Baaaaaack!” Glinda hummed gently, opening the door to the dormitory, always seemingly locked as to stay open, with her foot as she balanced numerous bags and boxes.
Elphaba was jack-knifed into the corner of her bed, her silken hair draped messily over her face, reading a book as always as she grunted a soft acknowledgment of her friend and roommate’s return.
“Elphie, I need a hand with these bags, would you be so kind as to help?”
Sighing and chuckling, she placed a bookmark in her latest tome-“Standing Tall: A History of Munchkinland” and peeled several bags of assorted clothes off the diminutive Gillikin girl and sighed, saying, “Honestly, do you really have the need to have three separate outfits for every day? I am sure they have a 12 step program for shopping addicts.”
“Why would I want to stop wanting to shop?” Glinda said emphatically as she rolled her eyes, dropping the rest on her bed, the springs groaning under the weight.
“Because, although I doubt you will ever need to worry about money, I think you should spend more time studying-your parents pay good money to go here.”
“I guess you’re right…but you don’t, do you? I mean, you’re here for your sister…”
Biting her lip, Elphaba said, “I suppose…Dad always did lavish Nessa.”
Glinda felt a twinge of guilt at bringing it up and wrapped her arms around her friend’s waist, her head buried slightly into Elphaba’s smallish breasts as Elphaba looked down and pulled her tighter and said, “What am I going to do with you?”
“I dunno…”
“You’re a fat lot of help,” Elphaba smirked as something caught her eye-some sort of statue.
“Glinda, what is that?”
“Oh, it’s something I found while shopping-something to brighten this room up a little! Isn’t it pretty?”
Elphaba slowly parted from the embrace, the residual heat and scent of her close friend enveloping her gently, as she stood, gazing at an intensely beautiful candleholder made entirely of green crystal.
What truly left Elphaba in awe about the candleholder was that it seemed to reflect her-the exterior was like an emerald, sharp and angular, seemingly bristling with reflections and an untouchable hardness. As she gazed deeper, admiring it, she noticed that beyond the sharp edges was a smoky, soft curve at the heart-no doubt where the candle went, but it glowed with a softness all its own, the way the etched lines intertwined across one another to give it a sense of vulnerability, as the core hid amongst its crystalline fortress waiting to have its emptiness filled to be complete.
“It’s beautiful…please tell me this wasn’t too horribly expensive-you know how I don’t like showing off the fact that my roommate is filthy rich.”
“Elphie,” Glinda said, her warm, admonishing tone firmly in place, “What’s the use of having a family fortune if you don’t share it with people you care about?”
Taken aback slightly, she asked, “Wait, ‘share with’? You mean that this is…”
“Yours. I don’t know if you remember, but today, exactly one year ago, I tried embarrassing you with that hat at the Ozdust and failed, ending up your friend instead.”
“R-really?? I hadn’t thought of that. Wait-you tried embarrassing me? This hat was a joke?” Elphaba said, a hint of accusation in her tone as she took her hat off, revealing a flower stuck in her hair and she held the hat close to her, “I thought this was a truce gift-Glinda, this meant a lot…”
Walking over and hugging her again, Glinda said, “I’m sorry that slipped, Elphie-I’m glad something I gave you meant so much. And the fact that you wear it every day makes me really happy…we can talk about the reason I thought it was a joke some other time…tell me how you like the candleholder? Is it too much?”
Moving to the bed, Glinda in tow, Elphaba sat down and sighed, saying, “Well, I’m not sure there will be much room to put it in, seeing how many things we have already, but perhaps we can maneuver something so it looks tasteful but visible. I think it is rather frightening how similar it is to…me, I suppose.”
“Really? So I wasn’t the only one who was instantly reminded of you when I saw that. And, erm, Elphie-it WAS expensive, just so you know…I know Daddy will hit the roof when he finds out about this purchase. It’s….worth it for you, just like the hat and that flower you try to hide under the hat.”
Elphaba fidgeted with the blossom wedged into her braid, blushing hunter green as she said, “Well, if it forces your father into bankruptcy, I doubt I’m worth THAT…I’m just a roommate and a close friend. Or…” Elphaba stopped, noticing the deep gaze Glinda gave to her lips as she blushed even more furiously, confused as to the attention being given, and how the sudden heat came on deep within.
“We can save THAT for later, too…” Glinda cooed, getting so close that Elphaba felt Glinda’s breath on her face, and then moving away, standing up and placing the glittering candleholder on a stand.
Elphaba was literally panting, almost frightened by how intensely she felt herself respond to Glinda’s sudden closeness-her attitude had been like this only sporadically over the past year. Was this how Gillikinese girls responded to other girls they regarded as friends, or was this one a particular oddity?
“It’s missing something,” Glinda said matter-of-factly.
Elphaba shook her head violently as she was jarred out of a trance, remembering Glinda’s soft lips being dangerously close to hers-she had never had an attraction to women before, although being green limits her romantic prospects enough not to have much grounding in what constitutes a “normal” relationship anyways.
It was a little too tempting, seeing as how kind and wonderful Glinda had been to her since the Ozdust incident, despite trying too hard to make her more beautiful with the incessant requests for a new hairdo here, a makeup trial there, or a new scent in her bathing oils then. All of these things, plus the never-ceasing “You need a new wardrobe, Elphie,” nagging fests, endeared her closely to the self-seeming austere young green bean. Never had a friend filled her heart with such joy at such trivial things as an argument over whose turn it was to fix the window or an interruption during studying to go to the Peach and Kidney for a light drink. (Glinda’s tab, of course)
“I think you’re right-there is definitely something the green shell needs, and I think it’s got to do with the painful emptiness right there.” Elphaba pointed to the empty candleholder.
“Hmm, how will we fix this problem? Not just any candle will suffice-it has to match the beauty of the carrier, otherwise things just won’t work.”
Elphaba thought a long time, looking at Glinda, thinking slowly, a dizzying feeling rising from her stomach all the way to her head, and she decided-this would be the perfect time, if any.
“I’ll be back in a clock-tick,” she said quickly as she dashed down to Nessa’s room.
Glinda stood there, flushed and anxious-maybe, just maybe, this would be her chance to admit to Elphaba what had been boiling in her skull and other regions for the year they had been friends. Quite a far cry from the utter loathing they had displayed each other after Ama Clutch’s absence forced her to pair with Elphaba, now Glinda felt her reputation, secret to those outside the Pertha Hills, of just what she liked, in terms of relationships.
In short, her rep for liking the girls had followed this queen of popularity since grammar school, and she had to hide it by dating only the most popular of guys, despite how “icky” they felt to be around.
In shorter, she was attracted to Elphaba. Heck, she was in love with Elphaba, true and sure-never had someone knew her so intimately and been able to help her with everything. Much like the crystal candleholder she gazed at, Elphaba was a thorny, edgy young woman with a shield around her heart that not even she could penetrate. But unlike everyone else, she saw the heart-vulnerable, yearning for warmth, and sweet as they came, with a spot for those in need always available…at least for Animals. Combined with an exotic beauty all her own, this was a deadly mix to Galinda the Girl-Chaser, as the girls in her boarding school before Shiz had taken to calling her in private.
She only bought the clothes for her so that she had an excuse for Elphaba to get close and to help her; her whole plan centered around the candleholder, which indeed was expensive enough to necessitate a letter of credit on her father’s account to purchase. She wanted Elphaba, but try as she might, the verdant beauty did not intend to fill her heart with Glinda’s.
“I’m back-I knew Nessa had one of these, so I needed to barter something of mine-I will just get her some striped socks for her birthday. She loves those things, I swear.”
Elphaba came back, flushed from running but with a wide grin on her face, her eyes firm with a mission, glinting brightly.
“So, what did you need?” Glinda asked brightly, smiling and
“Close your eyes and turn around; I want this to be a surprise.”
Pivoting with a loud huff, she smiled widely as she closed her eyes.
“Okay, you can turn around now,” Elphaba said after a series of scratching noises.
Glinda literally began to tear up the moment she saw what Elphaba had completed the candleholder with: a short candle, brightly glowing, the exact same shade of pink as half of her dresses and her lipstick and a small engraving along the candle.
YOU CAN NEVER CHOOSE THE ONES YOU LOVE-THEY CHOOSE YOU.
“No you can’t, Elphie-I love you!” She cried, tears smearing her mascara quite magnificently as she hugged her friend-or is it her girlfriend now? It didn’t matter-all that mattered at that moment was the choked whisper from Elphaba of, “Me too, Glinda,” and the long, passionate, joyful kiss that provided a canvas for the jumping flames of the crystal candleholder that started all of this.
They did not care what lay before them, but as long as they had each other, if only in secret, life would be a little brighter.
“After all, you told me once that green goes very well with pink-care to test it?”
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Well, I hope you guys like this-I’m not so sure; something just feels…lacking. Please, tell me what you think and I may be able to tweak it to be awesome. I am, after all, still just getting into the whole fanfic thingamajig…
Rating: PG-13
Summary: One-shot of a trinket Glinda brings back to the dorm, and Elphaba’s reaction
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Wicked © Gregory Maguire, and the candleholder in question is an actual candleholder on display at Gump’s San Francisco on Maiden Lane.
“Baaaaaack!” Glinda hummed gently, opening the door to the dormitory, always seemingly locked as to stay open, with her foot as she balanced numerous bags and boxes.
Elphaba was jack-knifed into the corner of her bed, her silken hair draped messily over her face, reading a book as always as she grunted a soft acknowledgment of her friend and roommate’s return.
“Elphie, I need a hand with these bags, would you be so kind as to help?”
Sighing and chuckling, she placed a bookmark in her latest tome-“Standing Tall: A History of Munchkinland” and peeled several bags of assorted clothes off the diminutive Gillikin girl and sighed, saying, “Honestly, do you really have the need to have three separate outfits for every day? I am sure they have a 12 step program for shopping addicts.”
“Why would I want to stop wanting to shop?” Glinda said emphatically as she rolled her eyes, dropping the rest on her bed, the springs groaning under the weight.
“Because, although I doubt you will ever need to worry about money, I think you should spend more time studying-your parents pay good money to go here.”
“I guess you’re right…but you don’t, do you? I mean, you’re here for your sister…”
Biting her lip, Elphaba said, “I suppose…Dad always did lavish Nessa.”
Glinda felt a twinge of guilt at bringing it up and wrapped her arms around her friend’s waist, her head buried slightly into Elphaba’s smallish breasts as Elphaba looked down and pulled her tighter and said, “What am I going to do with you?”
“I dunno…”
“You’re a fat lot of help,” Elphaba smirked as something caught her eye-some sort of statue.
“Glinda, what is that?”
“Oh, it’s something I found while shopping-something to brighten this room up a little! Isn’t it pretty?”
Elphaba slowly parted from the embrace, the residual heat and scent of her close friend enveloping her gently, as she stood, gazing at an intensely beautiful candleholder made entirely of green crystal.
What truly left Elphaba in awe about the candleholder was that it seemed to reflect her-the exterior was like an emerald, sharp and angular, seemingly bristling with reflections and an untouchable hardness. As she gazed deeper, admiring it, she noticed that beyond the sharp edges was a smoky, soft curve at the heart-no doubt where the candle went, but it glowed with a softness all its own, the way the etched lines intertwined across one another to give it a sense of vulnerability, as the core hid amongst its crystalline fortress waiting to have its emptiness filled to be complete.
“It’s beautiful…please tell me this wasn’t too horribly expensive-you know how I don’t like showing off the fact that my roommate is filthy rich.”
“Elphie,” Glinda said, her warm, admonishing tone firmly in place, “What’s the use of having a family fortune if you don’t share it with people you care about?”
Taken aback slightly, she asked, “Wait, ‘share with’? You mean that this is…”
“Yours. I don’t know if you remember, but today, exactly one year ago, I tried embarrassing you with that hat at the Ozdust and failed, ending up your friend instead.”
“R-really?? I hadn’t thought of that. Wait-you tried embarrassing me? This hat was a joke?” Elphaba said, a hint of accusation in her tone as she took her hat off, revealing a flower stuck in her hair and she held the hat close to her, “I thought this was a truce gift-Glinda, this meant a lot…”
Walking over and hugging her again, Glinda said, “I’m sorry that slipped, Elphie-I’m glad something I gave you meant so much. And the fact that you wear it every day makes me really happy…we can talk about the reason I thought it was a joke some other time…tell me how you like the candleholder? Is it too much?”
Moving to the bed, Glinda in tow, Elphaba sat down and sighed, saying, “Well, I’m not sure there will be much room to put it in, seeing how many things we have already, but perhaps we can maneuver something so it looks tasteful but visible. I think it is rather frightening how similar it is to…me, I suppose.”
“Really? So I wasn’t the only one who was instantly reminded of you when I saw that. And, erm, Elphie-it WAS expensive, just so you know…I know Daddy will hit the roof when he finds out about this purchase. It’s….worth it for you, just like the hat and that flower you try to hide under the hat.”
Elphaba fidgeted with the blossom wedged into her braid, blushing hunter green as she said, “Well, if it forces your father into bankruptcy, I doubt I’m worth THAT…I’m just a roommate and a close friend. Or…” Elphaba stopped, noticing the deep gaze Glinda gave to her lips as she blushed even more furiously, confused as to the attention being given, and how the sudden heat came on deep within.
“We can save THAT for later, too…” Glinda cooed, getting so close that Elphaba felt Glinda’s breath on her face, and then moving away, standing up and placing the glittering candleholder on a stand.
Elphaba was literally panting, almost frightened by how intensely she felt herself respond to Glinda’s sudden closeness-her attitude had been like this only sporadically over the past year. Was this how Gillikinese girls responded to other girls they regarded as friends, or was this one a particular oddity?
“It’s missing something,” Glinda said matter-of-factly.
Elphaba shook her head violently as she was jarred out of a trance, remembering Glinda’s soft lips being dangerously close to hers-she had never had an attraction to women before, although being green limits her romantic prospects enough not to have much grounding in what constitutes a “normal” relationship anyways.
It was a little too tempting, seeing as how kind and wonderful Glinda had been to her since the Ozdust incident, despite trying too hard to make her more beautiful with the incessant requests for a new hairdo here, a makeup trial there, or a new scent in her bathing oils then. All of these things, plus the never-ceasing “You need a new wardrobe, Elphie,” nagging fests, endeared her closely to the self-seeming austere young green bean. Never had a friend filled her heart with such joy at such trivial things as an argument over whose turn it was to fix the window or an interruption during studying to go to the Peach and Kidney for a light drink. (Glinda’s tab, of course)
“I think you’re right-there is definitely something the green shell needs, and I think it’s got to do with the painful emptiness right there.” Elphaba pointed to the empty candleholder.
“Hmm, how will we fix this problem? Not just any candle will suffice-it has to match the beauty of the carrier, otherwise things just won’t work.”
Elphaba thought a long time, looking at Glinda, thinking slowly, a dizzying feeling rising from her stomach all the way to her head, and she decided-this would be the perfect time, if any.
“I’ll be back in a clock-tick,” she said quickly as she dashed down to Nessa’s room.
Glinda stood there, flushed and anxious-maybe, just maybe, this would be her chance to admit to Elphaba what had been boiling in her skull and other regions for the year they had been friends. Quite a far cry from the utter loathing they had displayed each other after Ama Clutch’s absence forced her to pair with Elphaba, now Glinda felt her reputation, secret to those outside the Pertha Hills, of just what she liked, in terms of relationships.
In short, her rep for liking the girls had followed this queen of popularity since grammar school, and she had to hide it by dating only the most popular of guys, despite how “icky” they felt to be around.
In shorter, she was attracted to Elphaba. Heck, she was in love with Elphaba, true and sure-never had someone knew her so intimately and been able to help her with everything. Much like the crystal candleholder she gazed at, Elphaba was a thorny, edgy young woman with a shield around her heart that not even she could penetrate. But unlike everyone else, she saw the heart-vulnerable, yearning for warmth, and sweet as they came, with a spot for those in need always available…at least for Animals. Combined with an exotic beauty all her own, this was a deadly mix to Galinda the Girl-Chaser, as the girls in her boarding school before Shiz had taken to calling her in private.
She only bought the clothes for her so that she had an excuse for Elphaba to get close and to help her; her whole plan centered around the candleholder, which indeed was expensive enough to necessitate a letter of credit on her father’s account to purchase. She wanted Elphaba, but try as she might, the verdant beauty did not intend to fill her heart with Glinda’s.
“I’m back-I knew Nessa had one of these, so I needed to barter something of mine-I will just get her some striped socks for her birthday. She loves those things, I swear.”
Elphaba came back, flushed from running but with a wide grin on her face, her eyes firm with a mission, glinting brightly.
“So, what did you need?” Glinda asked brightly, smiling and
“Close your eyes and turn around; I want this to be a surprise.”
Pivoting with a loud huff, she smiled widely as she closed her eyes.
“Okay, you can turn around now,” Elphaba said after a series of scratching noises.
Glinda literally began to tear up the moment she saw what Elphaba had completed the candleholder with: a short candle, brightly glowing, the exact same shade of pink as half of her dresses and her lipstick and a small engraving along the candle.
YOU CAN NEVER CHOOSE THE ONES YOU LOVE-THEY CHOOSE YOU.
“No you can’t, Elphie-I love you!” She cried, tears smearing her mascara quite magnificently as she hugged her friend-or is it her girlfriend now? It didn’t matter-all that mattered at that moment was the choked whisper from Elphaba of, “Me too, Glinda,” and the long, passionate, joyful kiss that provided a canvas for the jumping flames of the crystal candleholder that started all of this.
They did not care what lay before them, but as long as they had each other, if only in secret, life would be a little brighter.
“After all, you told me once that green goes very well with pink-care to test it?”
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Well, I hope you guys like this-I’m not so sure; something just feels…lacking. Please, tell me what you think and I may be able to tweak it to be awesome. I am, after all, still just getting into the whole fanfic thingamajig…