Wicked Double-Drabble: Absent Friends
Title: Double-Drabble: Absent Friends
Beta:
lindenharp
Characters: Glinda
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction; the characters are the property of the BBC and used here without permission. No money was made.
Summary: It's lonely at the top.
A/N: Set in the musical!verse, one year after the end of the show. Written as a 2011 stocking stuffer for Ariestess.
Absent Friends
Glinda heavily sunk onto her throne. Today it was a year to the day since she had taken on this role-Glinda the Good, Witch of Oz. A year to the day since both her best friend and her erstwhile lover had died, one tortured to death by the wizard's guards, the other melted into a puddle by a corn-fed brat-and why had that worked, anyway? Fiyero'd always said it was a ridiculous rumor, and Glinda remembered taking walks with Elphie in the rain when they were at school...
There was a knock on the window. A flying monkey carrying a messenger pouch was sitting on the window sill.
Glinda got up and let him in. "Really. The council must know I'm most gratefultorious for their help, but certainly they can send their missives by regular-" The monkey thrust a small package at her and flapped off.
Glinda sighed. How irritating! She fumbled with the black string holding the green box closed. Clearly, the council had neither manners nor sense of aesthetics.
She lifted the lid. Inside, she found a thimble-sized model of a conical black hat with a wide brim bedded on a fistful of straw.
Glinda squealed.
Crossposted at http://yamx.dreamwidth.org/63703.html.
Beta:
lindenharp
Characters: Glinda
Rating: All Ages
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction; the characters are the property of the BBC and used here without permission. No money was made.
Summary: It's lonely at the top.
A/N: Set in the musical!verse, one year after the end of the show. Written as a 2011 stocking stuffer for Ariestess.
Absent Friends
Glinda heavily sunk onto her throne. Today it was a year to the day since she had taken on this role-Glinda the Good, Witch of Oz. A year to the day since both her best friend and her erstwhile lover had died, one tortured to death by the wizard's guards, the other melted into a puddle by a corn-fed brat-and why had that worked, anyway? Fiyero'd always said it was a ridiculous rumor, and Glinda remembered taking walks with Elphie in the rain when they were at school...
There was a knock on the window. A flying monkey carrying a messenger pouch was sitting on the window sill.
Glinda got up and let him in. "Really. The council must know I'm most gratefultorious for their help, but certainly they can send their missives by regular-" The monkey thrust a small package at her and flapped off.
Glinda sighed. How irritating! She fumbled with the black string holding the green box closed. Clearly, the council had neither manners nor sense of aesthetics.
She lifted the lid. Inside, she found a thimble-sized model of a conical black hat with a wide brim bedded on a fistful of straw.
Glinda squealed.
Crossposted at http://yamx.dreamwidth.org/63703.html.