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Author's Note: I'm going all Quentin Tarantino on you guys. Two shorts for the price of one. These are dedicated to
easterlywinds.
Title: Elphaba Lives
Rating: PG-13
Subject: Bookverse
Summary: Liir/Glinda/(Elphaba)
Disclaimer: Being that this is called fanfiction, I do not own the characters or locale in question.
He’s sort of a funny-looking thing, awkwardly lean, with bony elbows and a hawkish nose. If she closes her eyes, she can half-imagine the beginnings of an opulent transformation, from a pasty, sallow color to a striking verdigris. They are not Liir’s hands, big and coarse, that she imagines, and it is not his name she screams. The ghost of a memory lights a fire in her belly, and her coloratura breaks under emotional strain. But the revolution has been sparked, both here and on the street, and there is absolutely no stopping it.
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Title: Calling All Heartbreakers
Rating: PG
Subject: Bookverse
Summary: Boq/?
Disclaimer: Being that this is called fanfiction, I do not own the characters or locale in question.
Boq shifts uncomfortably, sandwiched between Crope and Tibbet. The boys are laughing, bawdy in their drunkenness, feeding each other salted cashews and trying to coax him into trying little marinated olives, undoubtedly stuffed to serve their own purposes.
She sits one table over, with Elphaba, her face bright with a rare enjoyment. He catches her gaze, quite on accident, and flusters profusely when she has turned away again.
“Stop it,” he snaps, shoving away Crope’s flailing arm and draining his flute of wine. It fills him with a nice, bubbly feeling and emboldens his stout frame. “Miss Nessarose,” he slurs, after a time-a belated toast.
easterlywinds.
Title: Elphaba Lives
Rating: PG-13
Subject: Bookverse
Summary: Liir/Glinda/(Elphaba)
Disclaimer: Being that this is called fanfiction, I do not own the characters or locale in question.
He’s sort of a funny-looking thing, awkwardly lean, with bony elbows and a hawkish nose. If she closes her eyes, she can half-imagine the beginnings of an opulent transformation, from a pasty, sallow color to a striking verdigris. They are not Liir’s hands, big and coarse, that she imagines, and it is not his name she screams. The ghost of a memory lights a fire in her belly, and her coloratura breaks under emotional strain. But the revolution has been sparked, both here and on the street, and there is absolutely no stopping it.
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Title: Calling All Heartbreakers
Rating: PG
Subject: Bookverse
Summary: Boq/?
Disclaimer: Being that this is called fanfiction, I do not own the characters or locale in question.
Boq shifts uncomfortably, sandwiched between Crope and Tibbet. The boys are laughing, bawdy in their drunkenness, feeding each other salted cashews and trying to coax him into trying little marinated olives, undoubtedly stuffed to serve their own purposes.
She sits one table over, with Elphaba, her face bright with a rare enjoyment. He catches her gaze, quite on accident, and flusters profusely when she has turned away again.
“Stop it,” he snaps, shoving away Crope’s flailing arm and draining his flute of wine. It fills him with a nice, bubbly feeling and emboldens his stout frame. “Miss Nessarose,” he slurs, after a time-a belated toast.