Book Haven - Friday, 10/2

[new_to_liirness]

...suffice to say, Liir had fled the 'Parents Weekend' opening celebration and was now happily at work, cleaning everything until he was practically damaging the shelves with how much he was dusting them.

Elphaba was here.

Elphaba was here.

Elphaba was here.He wasn't sure if he was more upset that the dead had returned, that it was Her of all

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[momofawitch]

In an attempt to figure out where she was and how she had gotten there, Elphaba wandered away from the crowd and found herself on the streets of a small town.

Hoping to find someone who could help, she walked up and down the streets, peering in shop windows.

At one window, she finally recognized the person inside, much to her surprise.

She walked in to the store and glared at him. "You!"

[new_to_liirness]

He'd been here for almost two years. Almost two years. She'd been dead that long, dead and gone and away in that tower, but it was amazing how quickly they could flash before the eyes.

It all disappeared as soon as she leveled that glare on him, that familiar glare, that glare that some part of him missed if only because it had carved a groove into his very psyche. Everything, all that was past returned like smoke in a room, choking and thick but still warm. A freezing man might burn to death for it.

"Me!" he remarked with a note of mock surprise.

"Well, at least you've remembered what I look like. Can you try for my name now, Auntie? You always did forget it at the worst of times."

No, the two years were there. They were there behind him, beside him, within him. A man is the sum of his memories. And I have quite literally flown through hell.

[momofawitch]

"What is this place?" Elphaba demanded, ignoring his question. "How did I end up here?"

Of course she knew his name. And she knew the whispers that he was her son. There were even times when she believed it, despite not being able to remember anything.

But she wasn't going to admit any of that.

[new_to_liirness]

The answer shot towards his lips, passing his brain, and it was only by clamping his teeth together that he was able to keep it contained. He would not answer her before she answered him. He would not serve someone who couldn't even say his name, let alone... other things.

"You also seem to have forgotten your manners. Not surprising, but certainly disappointing. Try some of the cookies over in the corner and nip a bit of the tea; maybe they'll return."