For Good (G)
A little overly-sappy Gelphie, set after the end...could be musical or book, take your pick. Short and silly :)
The clocks ticked differently beyond the borders of Oz. The Witch did not realize, until she caught a glimpse of that morning’s tabloid, that nearly half a century had passed since she had left.
At first glimpse, the years had been kind to Glinda. “Well, who’s there?” she asked pleasantly, putting down her knitting. No, time had not been entirely benevolent: though her eyes peered earnestly, it was clear that they could see nothing.
“It’s me.”
Glinda smiled. “Elphie. How are you?”
It was as if they’d seen each other just last week. Perhaps some clocks ticked differently within Oz too. “Elphie?” Glinda repeated when there was no reply.
“No one’s called me that in a long time.”
“Oh they have, you silly thing. You just never listen. Well?” Glinda queried, after another lengthy pause. “Aren’t you going to come and say hello to me properly?” She held out her arms, smiling again when she heard footsteps approaching. The hug was awkward for a second, then Glinda tightened her hold and the Witch reciprocated, burying her face against the ruffled collar of Glinda’s gown. Neither seemed willing to let go. Eventually Glinda spoke to break the wistful silence. “How long until you leave me again this time?”
“Already want to get rid of me, do you?” the Witch smirked, drawing back to crouch in front of Glinda, who smiled sadly.
“Oh, I’m just used to it - you always disappear sooner or later. Usually sooner. You’re a little predictable, Elphie,” she chided.
“Not this time, my sweet.” The Witch beckoned over her shoulder and a broom - not the original of course, it had been charred too badly to be of any use these days - glided towards her hand. She stepped astride it, bundling Glinda, who offered little resistance, into her arms.
“What’s this? I get to go with you for a change?” asked Glinda. “My dear, you’re full of surprises.”
“This will be the last one,” promised the Witch.
“It’s quite like being kidnapped,” Glinda commented. “Whatever will my staff think?”
In life, the Witch had never been one to romanticize things, but now she kissed Glinda gently before saying, “They’ll know you’re somewhere where you’ll be happy.”
“It’s so long since I’ve been happy,” Glinda said. “I hope I recognize it when I see it.”
The night enveloped them as they soared out the window and across the city. When at last they were high enough to reduce speed, Glinda lifted her head to look at Elphaba, smiling when their eyes met.
“I recognize it,” she whispered, ducking her head back down and nestling closer as an icy wind farewelled them from the Ozian skies for good.
The clocks ticked differently beyond the borders of Oz. The Witch did not realize, until she caught a glimpse of that morning’s tabloid, that nearly half a century had passed since she had left.
At first glimpse, the years had been kind to Glinda. “Well, who’s there?” she asked pleasantly, putting down her knitting. No, time had not been entirely benevolent: though her eyes peered earnestly, it was clear that they could see nothing.
“It’s me.”
Glinda smiled. “Elphie. How are you?”
It was as if they’d seen each other just last week. Perhaps some clocks ticked differently within Oz too. “Elphie?” Glinda repeated when there was no reply.
“No one’s called me that in a long time.”
“Oh they have, you silly thing. You just never listen. Well?” Glinda queried, after another lengthy pause. “Aren’t you going to come and say hello to me properly?” She held out her arms, smiling again when she heard footsteps approaching. The hug was awkward for a second, then Glinda tightened her hold and the Witch reciprocated, burying her face against the ruffled collar of Glinda’s gown. Neither seemed willing to let go. Eventually Glinda spoke to break the wistful silence. “How long until you leave me again this time?”
“Already want to get rid of me, do you?” the Witch smirked, drawing back to crouch in front of Glinda, who smiled sadly.
“Oh, I’m just used to it - you always disappear sooner or later. Usually sooner. You’re a little predictable, Elphie,” she chided.
“Not this time, my sweet.” The Witch beckoned over her shoulder and a broom - not the original of course, it had been charred too badly to be of any use these days - glided towards her hand. She stepped astride it, bundling Glinda, who offered little resistance, into her arms.
“What’s this? I get to go with you for a change?” asked Glinda. “My dear, you’re full of surprises.”
“This will be the last one,” promised the Witch.
“It’s quite like being kidnapped,” Glinda commented. “Whatever will my staff think?”
In life, the Witch had never been one to romanticize things, but now she kissed Glinda gently before saying, “They’ll know you’re somewhere where you’ll be happy.”
“It’s so long since I’ve been happy,” Glinda said. “I hope I recognize it when I see it.”
The night enveloped them as they soared out the window and across the city. When at last they were high enough to reduce speed, Glinda lifted her head to look at Elphaba, smiling when their eyes met.
“I recognize it,” she whispered, ducking her head back down and nestling closer as an icy wind farewelled them from the Ozian skies for good.