Wicked
Title: Laid To Rest
Chapter: Drabbles
Characters/Pairings: Avaric/Elphaba
Spoilers/Warning: none
Summary: Two A/E drabbles...
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author's Note: I wrote these drabbles years ago and am just now getting around to posting them. Enjoy.
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“Where is she?” Aravic demands as he barges into their room. He doesn’t care that Galinda just got back a few minutes before and hasn’t even had time to catch her breath; he wants answers and he wants them now.
Galinda looks up, bewildered, and Aravic doesn’t even notice how pale her face is or the way the sparkle is suddenly gone from her eyes. “Aravic, what-“
“Where is she?” Avaric repeats, his voice dangerously low.
“She’s not here.” Galinda watches Avaric carefully as his eyes race wildly around the room.
“When will she be back?”
The cold look in her friend’s eye causes Galinda to shiver. She hugs her arms around her waist and says, “She’s not… She’s not coming
back.”
The room is silent except for the sound of Avaric’s angry breathing.
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They’ve had a few drinks by the time she comes up in their conversation. Fiyero talks about her wistfully, with a faraway look in his eyes. Avaric takes the simple, innocent stories and twists them with sharp words and dirty innuendo.
Fiyero clenches his teeth. “Just what are you saying?”
“I think you know exactly what I’m saying,” Avaric says softly. His gaze is cold and unnerving and he can’t help the calculating, ugly smirk that spreads over his face when the other man takes an unconscious step backwards. “This has been fun, old friend. Perhaps we can do it again sometime.”
And with that, he sweeps out of the room.
Chapter: Drabbles
Characters/Pairings: Avaric/Elphaba
Spoilers/Warning: none
Summary: Two A/E drabbles...
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Author's Note: I wrote these drabbles years ago and am just now getting around to posting them. Enjoy.
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“Where is she?” Aravic demands as he barges into their room. He doesn’t care that Galinda just got back a few minutes before and hasn’t even had time to catch her breath; he wants answers and he wants them now.
Galinda looks up, bewildered, and Aravic doesn’t even notice how pale her face is or the way the sparkle is suddenly gone from her eyes. “Aravic, what-“
“Where is she?” Avaric repeats, his voice dangerously low.
“She’s not here.” Galinda watches Avaric carefully as his eyes race wildly around the room.
“When will she be back?”
The cold look in her friend’s eye causes Galinda to shiver. She hugs her arms around her waist and says, “She’s not… She’s not coming
back.”
The room is silent except for the sound of Avaric’s angry breathing.
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They’ve had a few drinks by the time she comes up in their conversation. Fiyero talks about her wistfully, with a faraway look in his eyes. Avaric takes the simple, innocent stories and twists them with sharp words and dirty innuendo.
Fiyero clenches his teeth. “Just what are you saying?”
“I think you know exactly what I’m saying,” Avaric says softly. His gaze is cold and unnerving and he can’t help the calculating, ugly smirk that spreads over his face when the other man takes an unconscious step backwards. “This has been fun, old friend. Perhaps we can do it again sometime.”
And with that, he sweeps out of the room.