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No One Mourns the Wicked

Aug 22, 2009 01:56

Characters: Elphaba, Spin
Content: Following the Seymour incident. The Witch of the West has lost control and is devoured by grief. Spin brings her back.
Location: the streets of southwestern Manhattan
Time of day: Nightfall
Warnings: ANGST!, magic, singing, Tri attempting to come up with lyrics

( Yes, goodness knows the wicked's lives are lonely / And goodness knows the wicked cry alone... )

elphaba thropp, agent spin

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eba05 August 24 2009, 19:27:33 UTC

Since their mission, it seemed that the Agents had gotten just a bit closer to hearing the Music proper. It hadn't gotten as clear as that one time, but Spin was grateful all the same. He was drawing closer and closer to the old familiarity of the Music he had back home.

But when a spirit could strike out with such powerful emotion, particularly in such a musical manner, it came through easy to hear. Not something of mission-clarity, but loud, piercing, and desperate. And, with luck, easy enough to track down ( ... )

wingsformonkeys August 24 2009, 21:23:18 UTC

Elphaba didn't even notice the scrapes and bruises she'd acquired in her fall. They were only the most minor of injuries; she would have had to be seriously hurt in order for it to penetrate her focus. The witch had shut herself off from her surroundings, from reality, for the time being. She thought she might have heard something, faintly, but did not turn to investigate.

It took a moment for her to pull herself into a seated position, since her sluggish thoughts had only half-registered the fall. Silence hung in the air for a few impossibly long seconds before she started singing again, quietly at first but building. What she initially lacked in volume was made up for in tension, her once more mostly restrained pain and anger audible.

And after all this I feel compelled to mention
I have some doubts about the origin of your intention
Though my protests you might forbid.
If you ever meant well, well look at what well-meant did!Even as Spin tried to reach her, the witch remained unaware of his presence. When he got too close, ( ... )

eba05 August 25 2009, 08:39:05 UTC

Though he'd been a good distance behind her when she'd fallen, Spin had gotten close enough to the crash site to see when Elphaba managed to rise. Had he a breath to spare in the midst of the running, he would have used it on a sigh of relief. Again he tried to call out, but the Agent's words seemed to fall entirely deaf upon her ears. It was just a short distance until he could get to her, try to talk her through what was wrong ( ... )

wingsformonkeys August 26 2009, 03:52:37 UTC

While Elphaba did not yet visibly or verbally acknowledge her friend, subtle signals indicated that something of his words, his song, must be reaching her. Among them was a shift from second person to third in her phrasing, as if she were now talking about the cause of her distress rather than to him.

His final hour's explanation
Never revealed why
For our supposed salvation
He believed that we must die

The final line of this verse was accompanied by a narrowing of the protected area surrounding the witch, leaving her encapsulated in a spinning column of air only a foot or two away from her. Her hair and the shredded of the fabric that had formerly covered her shoulder whipped against her, caught in the miniature windstorm. Elphaba was still confused, hurt, and betrayed, as well as more angry than she could abide. Everything she sang reflected it.

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