Galindafication - Part 1
Notes in the Margins series Part 2
Title: Galindafication part 1/?
Rating: PG
Subject: musical verse
Disclaimer: I don't own them or we would all be living in a different world
Notes: This is a continuation from my last story Beautiful which can be found by following the link. This begins a new chapter and falls in the play between the night after Popular and the moring Dr. Dillamond is fired. It can be read on its own but will probably be a bit clearer if you've read the previous piece. I hope you enjoy.
Had anyone asked Elphaba yesterday what she would be doing with her Saturday afternoon this would most certainly not have been her answer. But, somehow, here she stood a mildly bemused expression on her face as Galinda held up perhaps the eight millionth outfit before dismissing it and adding it to an ever increasing discard pile.
“Miss Elphie, none of these will do,” if it were possible to verbally stomp one's foot in frustration Galinda had done just that. She had set out to find the perfect outfit for Elphie. She wanted, no needed, to find the one that would help her see what Galinda saw whenever she gazed at the green girl. And yet, here she was, with all of her shopping prowess, failing to find what she wanted.
“I told you this wouldn’t be easy. I clash with everything.” Elphaba allowed a tone of self-deprecation to creep into her voice. She knew Galinda was on a mission but she knew from experience all of the dress-up in Oz wouldn’t make her any less green. So, unless Galinda had some as yet untapped ability to degreenify her there was little hope of success in this day’s shopping.
The tone, as much as the words, stopped Galinda in her tracks her hand frozen over the rack of clothing she had been perusing. As quickly as she had stopped she whirled around to look Elphaba directly in the eye. “I will not have you talk about yourself in that tone Miss Elphaba.” Her small hands curled into fists and sat firmly on the swell of her hips and blue flame flashed in her eyes as she spoke. It was one thing for Elphaba to have to endure the jabs that came from others but Galinda would no longer sit idly by and watch her friend beat up on herself.
Try as she might Elphaba couldn’t control the laughter that this image of Galinda inspired. She looked so determined and stubborn and, well, cute. She knew the reaction would probably get her in trouble but there was no reining it in. The soft chuckle rose and bubbled over much of its own volition.
“Elphie, don’t laugh at me. I’m serious,” with this statement Galinda straightened to her full, if still less than imposing, height.
This action only caused Elphaba’s laughter to increase in volume and boisterousness. At this point it was quite beyond her control. It wasn’t just a response to Galinda’s adorably serious expression it was a release of much of the pent up emotion of the day. It felt good to laugh and so much of what she had felt that day had been too raw or confusing to feel good. Elphaba let the laughter take its course until she could contain the remainder with a smile and speak.
“I’m not laughing at you.” She didn’t think she could explain to Galinda how endearing she was right now.
“Well you certainly aren’t laughing with me since I am most decidedly not laughing.” A bit of her seriousness had worn off though as Elphaba’s wide smile was quite infectious. She realized she did not see that smile nearly often enough and really didn’t want to do anything to make it disappear. She took a couple of steps closer to Elphaba and reached out to take her hand. “You have a beautiful smile, Elphie.”
Elphaba was stunned by this turn of events and felt heat rising in her cheeks at the compliment. She and Galinda had been holding hands a lot today so the touch itself wasn’t as shocking as it had been but the words still made Elphaba squirm. She knew Galinda was determined to make her see her own beauty but it seemed to the green girl her friend had chosen an impossible task. All she could think to say were any number of denials or jokes at her own expense and she knew Galinda would not take kindly to any of those so she just stood silent and blushing.
“I was right the first time, pink goes good with green,” Galinda gently teased as she saw the blush rising in her friend’s cheeks. These words only succeeded in causing Elphaba’s color to deepen further. “Though I think it would be a bit much as an entire outfit.” Galinda was not to be distracted from the task at hand for too long. Besides, it seemed that, for the moment, Elphaba was not denying her compliments, which was a remarkable improvement.
“So, no pink frocks then.” Elphaba surprised herself at the comment. She seemed to have found her voice and shaken off some of her embarrassment, at least enough to joke with her friend.
“Of course not,” Galinda grinned, “besides, I can’t have you stealing my signature color.” Galinda, still holding tight to Elphaba’s hand, walked them over to yet another rack of clothing and began the selection process anew.
Title: Galindafication part 1/?
Rating: PG
Subject: musical verse
Disclaimer: I don't own them or we would all be living in a different world
Notes: This is a continuation from my last story Beautiful which can be found by following the link. This begins a new chapter and falls in the play between the night after Popular and the moring Dr. Dillamond is fired. It can be read on its own but will probably be a bit clearer if you've read the previous piece. I hope you enjoy.
Had anyone asked Elphaba yesterday what she would be doing with her Saturday afternoon this would most certainly not have been her answer. But, somehow, here she stood a mildly bemused expression on her face as Galinda held up perhaps the eight millionth outfit before dismissing it and adding it to an ever increasing discard pile.
“Miss Elphie, none of these will do,” if it were possible to verbally stomp one's foot in frustration Galinda had done just that. She had set out to find the perfect outfit for Elphie. She wanted, no needed, to find the one that would help her see what Galinda saw whenever she gazed at the green girl. And yet, here she was, with all of her shopping prowess, failing to find what she wanted.
“I told you this wouldn’t be easy. I clash with everything.” Elphaba allowed a tone of self-deprecation to creep into her voice. She knew Galinda was on a mission but she knew from experience all of the dress-up in Oz wouldn’t make her any less green. So, unless Galinda had some as yet untapped ability to degreenify her there was little hope of success in this day’s shopping.
The tone, as much as the words, stopped Galinda in her tracks her hand frozen over the rack of clothing she had been perusing. As quickly as she had stopped she whirled around to look Elphaba directly in the eye. “I will not have you talk about yourself in that tone Miss Elphaba.” Her small hands curled into fists and sat firmly on the swell of her hips and blue flame flashed in her eyes as she spoke. It was one thing for Elphaba to have to endure the jabs that came from others but Galinda would no longer sit idly by and watch her friend beat up on herself.
Try as she might Elphaba couldn’t control the laughter that this image of Galinda inspired. She looked so determined and stubborn and, well, cute. She knew the reaction would probably get her in trouble but there was no reining it in. The soft chuckle rose and bubbled over much of its own volition.
“Elphie, don’t laugh at me. I’m serious,” with this statement Galinda straightened to her full, if still less than imposing, height.
This action only caused Elphaba’s laughter to increase in volume and boisterousness. At this point it was quite beyond her control. It wasn’t just a response to Galinda’s adorably serious expression it was a release of much of the pent up emotion of the day. It felt good to laugh and so much of what she had felt that day had been too raw or confusing to feel good. Elphaba let the laughter take its course until she could contain the remainder with a smile and speak.
“I’m not laughing at you.” She didn’t think she could explain to Galinda how endearing she was right now.
“Well you certainly aren’t laughing with me since I am most decidedly not laughing.” A bit of her seriousness had worn off though as Elphaba’s wide smile was quite infectious. She realized she did not see that smile nearly often enough and really didn’t want to do anything to make it disappear. She took a couple of steps closer to Elphaba and reached out to take her hand. “You have a beautiful smile, Elphie.”
Elphaba was stunned by this turn of events and felt heat rising in her cheeks at the compliment. She and Galinda had been holding hands a lot today so the touch itself wasn’t as shocking as it had been but the words still made Elphaba squirm. She knew Galinda was determined to make her see her own beauty but it seemed to the green girl her friend had chosen an impossible task. All she could think to say were any number of denials or jokes at her own expense and she knew Galinda would not take kindly to any of those so she just stood silent and blushing.
“I was right the first time, pink goes good with green,” Galinda gently teased as she saw the blush rising in her friend’s cheeks. These words only succeeded in causing Elphaba’s color to deepen further. “Though I think it would be a bit much as an entire outfit.” Galinda was not to be distracted from the task at hand for too long. Besides, it seemed that, for the moment, Elphaba was not denying her compliments, which was a remarkable improvement.
“So, no pink frocks then.” Elphaba surprised herself at the comment. She seemed to have found her voice and shaken off some of her embarrassment, at least enough to joke with her friend.
“Of course not,” Galinda grinned, “besides, I can’t have you stealing my signature color.” Galinda, still holding tight to Elphaba’s hand, walked them over to yet another rack of clothing and began the selection process anew.