After the Last Page Had Turned and the Curtain Had Fallen (3/4)
Title: After the Last Page Had Turned and the Curtain Had Fallen (3/4)
Fandom: Wicked (Bookverse & Musicalverse)
Characters & Pairings: Elphaba/Glinda
Rating: PG-13 for now
Disclaimer: I don’t own Wicked
Summary: Under the Emperor Apostle Glinda is a prisoner in her own home but when a suspicious package is left on her balcony her life changes once again.
Glinda stayed in a huff for the next three weeks. She complained about the lack of servants to do the menial tasks, about the lack of other people to talk to and most of all about the fact that there was not even the tiniest news that anything was up in the Emerald City. It seemed as if no one was missing her, both emotionally and well, actually. No one at all seemed to notice the sudden disappearance of Glinda the Good.
Elphaba went out every day in a black shall to hide her face and fetched fresh milk and bread for the unconventional family; she had not once held her granddaughter. It wasn’t as if Glinda had told her that she was not to touch the baby, more that the little green bundle was constantly clutched to Glinda, a tiny shield separating the blonde from the green girl. Elphaba wasn’t sure how much more of it she could stand.
“Glinda,” She began, not really sure what was going to come after. They were sat around the breakfast table, Elphaba picking her way through a bowl of ill conceived porridge (it was summer after all) and Glinda hidden behind a rather tattered edition of the Gillikin Post.
Glinda peaked out from behind the paper. “What?”
Elphaba sighed, knowing that Glinda’s reaction to this could go one of two ways. One way would lead to happiness, the pleasurable outcome. And one way that would lead to sadness, the un-pleasurable outcome.
“Don’t you think that it’s time to forgive me?” Elphaba said cautiously.
“Why should I?” Glinda asked, eyebrow raised.
“Because you are in my house, eating my bread and because I told you something I’ve never told anyone before in my life.” Elphaba said, glad that there was a table between her and the blonde tornado. She couldn’t say those three words again, not so soon.
Glinda just stared at her, eyes big and unreadable.
“Glinda, if you feel nothing but hatred towards me then why did you come here?” Elphaba asked, drained of any more fight.
“I don’t hate you.” Glinda said, glancing at Melena sleeping in the basket beside her.
“Then why...”
“Because I love you.” Glinda said finally. “Do you have any idea how much that hurts, loving the most hated woman in Oz? Putting your whole life on hold for her whilst she moves on? I could have found love again, had my own children. I could have had a family, Elphaba.”
“You have Melena.” Elphaba said, watching the child quit her fussing with a gentle touch from Glinda.
“I’m only keeping her, she should be yours to raise by rights.” Glinda said, her gaze soft on the now sleeping baby.
“You’re her mother.” Elphaba said. “Anyone can see that.”
Glinda sighed. “I wish that were true. The people do not understand the true meaning of family. Notions of blood run too deep.”
Elphaba looked troubled. “I forget sometimes, how unconventional a family I grew up in.”
Glinda, out of nowhere, started to laugh. “You know, after all of this build up I thought that the when we finally admitted that we love each other that there would be a little more... I don’t know, fireworks?”
“This isn’t a fairytale or one of those musical stories on the stages of the Emerald City.” Elphaba said.
“Why not?” Glinda asked. “I’ve been waiting my whole life to live. Why can’t we make this a fairytale?”
For the first time since coming to Glinda in her palace Elphaba saw that spark. The spark that made Glinda’s blue eyes sparkle and dance and made Elphaba melt (figuratively of course). Elphaba’s heart was beating hard in her chest, telling her exactly what to say.
“It can be if you want it to be.” Elphaba said, cursing the shakiness of her voice.
Glinda smiled. “Do you need to go down to the village this afternoon?”
“I can do, why?” Elphaba asked, wary.
“Just don’t come back until after sundown.” Glinda said, eyes sparkling even more but this time there was a hint of mischief.
Elphaba obeyed, because what else would she do?
When Elphaba got home there were was a faint glow coming from the small windows of the cottage, not light enough to touch the darkness outside but enough to signify that there was life inside. For so long since the confrontation at Kiamo Ko she had come home to a dark house, one that was dead and empty. It was nice to see it alive, even if she was a little afraid of what Glinda could possibly have planned.
She knocked on the front door lightly (having done it heavily last week and woken up the baby she would never dare do so again).
“Come in.” She heard.
So she did.
The kitchen was pretty much in black but there was the flicker of candlelight from the room beyond, the one where Glinda had set up soft furniture and a low table to rest drinks on. Following the light, Elphaba stepped into the room.
“Glinda?” She called out. “Glinda, where are you?”
“I’m here.”
Fandom: Wicked (Bookverse & Musicalverse)
Characters & Pairings: Elphaba/Glinda
Rating: PG-13 for now
Disclaimer: I don’t own Wicked
Summary: Under the Emperor Apostle Glinda is a prisoner in her own home but when a suspicious package is left on her balcony her life changes once again.
Glinda stayed in a huff for the next three weeks. She complained about the lack of servants to do the menial tasks, about the lack of other people to talk to and most of all about the fact that there was not even the tiniest news that anything was up in the Emerald City. It seemed as if no one was missing her, both emotionally and well, actually. No one at all seemed to notice the sudden disappearance of Glinda the Good.
Elphaba went out every day in a black shall to hide her face and fetched fresh milk and bread for the unconventional family; she had not once held her granddaughter. It wasn’t as if Glinda had told her that she was not to touch the baby, more that the little green bundle was constantly clutched to Glinda, a tiny shield separating the blonde from the green girl. Elphaba wasn’t sure how much more of it she could stand.
“Glinda,” She began, not really sure what was going to come after. They were sat around the breakfast table, Elphaba picking her way through a bowl of ill conceived porridge (it was summer after all) and Glinda hidden behind a rather tattered edition of the Gillikin Post.
Glinda peaked out from behind the paper. “What?”
Elphaba sighed, knowing that Glinda’s reaction to this could go one of two ways. One way would lead to happiness, the pleasurable outcome. And one way that would lead to sadness, the un-pleasurable outcome.
“Don’t you think that it’s time to forgive me?” Elphaba said cautiously.
“Why should I?” Glinda asked, eyebrow raised.
“Because you are in my house, eating my bread and because I told you something I’ve never told anyone before in my life.” Elphaba said, glad that there was a table between her and the blonde tornado. She couldn’t say those three words again, not so soon.
Glinda just stared at her, eyes big and unreadable.
“Glinda, if you feel nothing but hatred towards me then why did you come here?” Elphaba asked, drained of any more fight.
“I don’t hate you.” Glinda said, glancing at Melena sleeping in the basket beside her.
“Then why...”
“Because I love you.” Glinda said finally. “Do you have any idea how much that hurts, loving the most hated woman in Oz? Putting your whole life on hold for her whilst she moves on? I could have found love again, had my own children. I could have had a family, Elphaba.”
“You have Melena.” Elphaba said, watching the child quit her fussing with a gentle touch from Glinda.
“I’m only keeping her, she should be yours to raise by rights.” Glinda said, her gaze soft on the now sleeping baby.
“You’re her mother.” Elphaba said. “Anyone can see that.”
Glinda sighed. “I wish that were true. The people do not understand the true meaning of family. Notions of blood run too deep.”
Elphaba looked troubled. “I forget sometimes, how unconventional a family I grew up in.”
Glinda, out of nowhere, started to laugh. “You know, after all of this build up I thought that the when we finally admitted that we love each other that there would be a little more... I don’t know, fireworks?”
“This isn’t a fairytale or one of those musical stories on the stages of the Emerald City.” Elphaba said.
“Why not?” Glinda asked. “I’ve been waiting my whole life to live. Why can’t we make this a fairytale?”
For the first time since coming to Glinda in her palace Elphaba saw that spark. The spark that made Glinda’s blue eyes sparkle and dance and made Elphaba melt (figuratively of course). Elphaba’s heart was beating hard in her chest, telling her exactly what to say.
“It can be if you want it to be.” Elphaba said, cursing the shakiness of her voice.
Glinda smiled. “Do you need to go down to the village this afternoon?”
“I can do, why?” Elphaba asked, wary.
“Just don’t come back until after sundown.” Glinda said, eyes sparkling even more but this time there was a hint of mischief.
Elphaba obeyed, because what else would she do?
When Elphaba got home there were was a faint glow coming from the small windows of the cottage, not light enough to touch the darkness outside but enough to signify that there was life inside. For so long since the confrontation at Kiamo Ko she had come home to a dark house, one that was dead and empty. It was nice to see it alive, even if she was a little afraid of what Glinda could possibly have planned.
She knocked on the front door lightly (having done it heavily last week and woken up the baby she would never dare do so again).
“Come in.” She heard.
So she did.
The kitchen was pretty much in black but there was the flicker of candlelight from the room beyond, the one where Glinda had set up soft furniture and a low table to rest drinks on. Following the light, Elphaba stepped into the room.
“Glinda?” She called out. “Glinda, where are you?”
“I’m here.”