The Narrative Strain, Chapter 13b
TITLE: History Rewritten
RATING: T
GENRE: Horror/Tragedy
DESCRIPTION: What was truth, and what was fiction?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Screw you, LJ formatting. >=(
( Click for crazy, part two... )
RATING: T
GENRE: Horror/Tragedy
DESCRIPTION: What was truth, and what was fiction?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Screw you, LJ formatting. >=(
( Click for crazy, part two... )
"Who do you think the charming brute is liable to shoot first?"
"Probably Fiyero," said Avaric, grinning. "He does have the look of a raping foreigner."
"If I go down, I'm taking you with me, you sick son-of-a-bitch," he replied.
This bit made me laugh, particularly the last line.
I love how her father dealt with Morrible, spat insults to her face and made it so she can't do much about it.
"So," he said in a lower voice, "which of these smirking bastards here has been making eyes at my daughter?"
Elphaba couldn't keep a straight face. "Oh, I'd say just about all of them…"
I was trying to be quite because the rest of my family had already gone to bed but you kept on making me laugh.
"It might improve our chances to become castratos with the Barrissian Opera," Tibbett offered.
Once again making me laugh.
Tibbett and Crope are just pure hilarity through out this, I love them so.
Glinda says she doesn't remember anything, but I'm not so sure. If she still blames herself for 'taking Elphaba against her will' then she probably would not want to admit it.
You might have missed that small moment where I ravaged you multiple times in my bed?
You usually write the story in a different style then your comments but that right there was so very much your comment writing style, once again making me wonder how my family is still asleep when I'm laughing so much.
I reread the whole bit with Ama's ravings several times, the fact that to anyone in the story would see this as just nonsense but with what we know it's turned Ama into a prophet. In fact Glinda was well on her way to getting there with the dreams she was having.
But she's not merely dead, sweet nail. Oh, no! We're sure of that! She's really most sincerely dead; if that's the way she'll have it!"
I love how you've working in a bit of the movie here, it's great.
One slight bit of confusion, you've said that Ama Clutch was tied down, most likely they would tie her arms down as well to keep her from hurting herself, but '"That?" she said with hearty laughter. "Oh, that weren't no cure, my dearie. I suspect you've been hoodwinked by a naughty old crone who's flung it all topsy-turvy! But here," said Ama, touching her nose, ' are her arms not tied down?
The bit about the story not being her's anymore and the Mad old Witch of the North intrigued me and makes me wonder just what has changed from the original.
This world isn't shades of black and white, Elphaba. Sometimes it's
deathly green.
Guh this made me shiver, I wonder if this was just her poking at Elphaba's skin or something a little more. The fact that in the original Wizard of Oz book they had people wear glasses so throughout the Emerald city that made everything look green popped into my head but I'm not sure about what's going on with this.
When Elphaba mentioned going to see the Wizard I was thinking 'NO! Don't go to the Emerald City! Bad things happen there! Please don't!'
Poor Elphie, I guess with all the Glinda abuse in this story Elphie needs her share of the sadness but still...
She was certain that Glinda knew this as well, so what was she expecting her to do about it? Commit a murder? Bludgeon the woman while she slept in her monstrous bed?
I love how you've slipped bits and pieces of the original story in here, it just makes the story all the more awesome and it's fun to try and pick out all the little things in here and see how you've changed it.
The part where Glinda asked Elphie to stay with her made me so happy.
Avaric is a prick, but a fun to read about prick.
When they kissed I was soooooo happy. But then you throw 'Hold out, my sweet' at me and I'm really worried that Glinda's going to leave.
"I don't see what any of you are chuffed about," she said, matter-of-factly. "Those two have been hard for it since I can remember, and probably a good deal before."
I love Nanny so much throughout this but this line is just the best.
This is probably my favourite fic ever but you keep making me worry what you're going to do next.
And now I've gone and rambled on for far to long so I shall post this now.
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I love how her father dealt with Morrible, spat insults to her face and made it so she can't do much about it.
I liked the idea of Glinda's dad being an ill-tempered bastard that was just a wee bit uncouth. =D I wasn't terribly happy with the scenes with her father, so I'm glad that you enjoyed them.
Glinda says she doesn't remember anything, but I'm not so sure. If she still blames herself for 'taking Elphaba against her will' then she probably would not want to admit it.
That seems to be the popular theory, and I shan't contradict you. But if this were the case, why would she suddenly up and decide to smooch Elphaba, or invite her into her bed? Hmmmmm.
Glinda was well on her way to getting there with the dreams she was having.
Hee hee. I love when you comment. *twirls mustache*
Are her arms not tied down?
HAAAAAAAAAAAA! Dammit all! I didn't even notice that! You've totally sporked me and shamed me publicly. Congratulations my love!
Perhaps I should have her winking instead to avoid further confusion. =P
I wonder if this was just her poking at Elphaba's skin or something a little more.
Truthfully, it was a menacing insult with an implication of... something. Vague Cookies is vague. But it seems like I have to be vague every time you comment because you're far too clever for your own good. *mwah*
It'll be interesting to see how people respond to the next update. I've enjoyed reading the comments to this one, because they're all so incredibly different. Your rambly is love and I'm glad I kept you chuckling when you should have been asleep. MOO HA HA!
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