Past Undone - Chapter 27
Title: Revelations
Fandom: Wicked, The Life & Times of The Wicked Witch of The West.
Pairing: Elphaba/Glinda (I know, I know...but I have an overactive imagination, and I'm a sucker for fantasy stories. :P)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters; I'm merely borrowing them for the ride.
Background: This story was inspired both by the book and the musical. I took the things I liked better from each one.
Author's Note: I apologize profusely for all the language mistakes I'm sure I've made. English is no my mother tongue and this is my first attempt at writting, so please bear with me ;)
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Chapter 27 - Revelations
Glinda was walking quietly through the mauntery's garden, reflecting on all the events occurred during those past days. Her mind was a jumble of memories, some of which didn't even make any sense to her. It was as if from the moment she had been taken from the Chuffrey's Palace, every recollection had been clouded by fog. Even the most recent events were starting to blur together, making it difficult for the blonde Witch to discern the real events from the nightmares that had been plaguing her sleep for so long now. Such was her state of confusion that, upon waking up in the cell that morning, she had had to take a good look at her cellmate's bed to convince herself that it hadn't been a dream, that Elphaba was alive, in that bed right next to hers.
After an hour of tossing and turning in her own bed, Glinda had to accept the fact that sleep was going to elude her for the time being, so even if it had been incredibly early and she knew she still needed her rest, the blonde Witch had risen, deciding to make it an early morning. Anything would have been better than going over and over again in her head about all those questions that were still unanswered.
So there she was a couple of hours later, somehow refreshed, trying to enjoy her stroll in the gardens. She was already feeling the soothing effect her beautiful surroundings were having on her mind. Glinda's weakened state forced her to take continuous breaks in the wooden benches adorning the garden, and it was in one of those benches where the Superior Maunt found her.
"Good morning, my Lady." Was the Maunt's greeting. "Would you mind if I joined you?"
Glinda looked up warmly at the older woman and shook her head, letting her know that it was alright to sit beside her.
"Of course not, Sister." She said while making room for the Maunt in the bench. "In fact, I very much welcome the company."
The older woman sat next to Glinda, taking notice of the garden and breathing it in before speaking again. "Sometimes I forget how peaceful it is out here."
"Yes." Glinda said, nodding her agreement. "It is very soothing, helps to clear one's mind." She added.
"Did you have a rough night, my Lady?" The Superior Maunt looked at Glinda with worry. "The Sisters have told me you were up before daybreak."
The blonde woman smiled again, trying to mitigate the Maunt's worry. "I'm afraid I must have gotten used to sleeping in the cold, hard floor, Sister. The comfort of the bed made sleep difficult for me tonight." She lied, not wanting to worry the Maunt any further with her problems. "I'm sure I'll get used to it again, though. It's easy for us to get used to the good things in life, don't you think so?" She asked, not really expecting an answer from the other woman.
The Maunt nodded, pensively. "Maybe that is why we miss them so when they are taken from us. It's so easy to grow accustomed to them that we are ever so quick to take them from granted. We should value them more when we have them, instead of mourning them when they are gone."
Glinda eyed the Superior Maunt gingerly, wondering if her comment hid any double-entendre, but she soon realized that the woman was merely stating her thoughts. Her words, however, resounded in Glinda's mind, adding more confusion to her already troubled thoughts.
"Had it been long since you last saw Elphaba, Sister?" Glinda asked, trying to divert the conversation towards less anxiousness inducing topics.
"It has been some years now." The Sister said, seeming lost in her thoughts for a while. "It warmed my heart to see she kept the boy."
The blonde woman was about to question the Maunt about her last comment when the Sister spoke again. "Judging by the way she behaved around him back in the day, no one would have believed he was her child."
Glinda's face blanched abruptly, the Sister's words hitting her worse than a slap would have. Suddenly, all her questions seemed trivial and inconsequential. Liir was Elphaba's son. Of course he was, now she could see the resemblance. She cursed herself for having been so obtuse. The clues had been there for her to see from the beginning, but she hadn't wanted to see. The prospect of it being true had hurt too much to even have considered the possibility.
"Are you alright, dear?" The Superior Maunt laid her hand on Glinda's forehead, trying to assess her temperature, mistaking her paleness for illness. "Do you want me to call for Sister Doctor?" The Maunt added worriedly when she didn't get any reaction from the blonde woman. "Should I call Sister Aelphaba?"
Glinda seemed to regain her mental functions at the mention of Elphaba's name, and she shook her head in answer. The color coming back slowly to her face. "I'm alright, Sister." She said, patting the Maunt's hand gently, trying to ease the older woman's worry. "I think I may have overdone it. I should have listened to my body when it told me not to get up this morning." Glinda accompanied her words with a smile, trying to add some humor to a situation that, for her at least, was far from humorous.
The Superior Maunt smiled back, even though she had the impression that the woman sitting next to her was anything but alright. She was sure she was missing important bits of this story, but she knew it wasn't her place to ask. Somehow she had the impression that, once again, she had already said too much. Was it possible that Sister Aelphaba's friends hadn't known about Liir?
The older woman looked around a bit uncomfortable, not knowing how to continue the conversation. She exhaled a sigh of relief when she saw the party approaching the bench where they were sitting. "Looks like your friends have finally decided to join you, Lady Glinda." The Maunt said while standing, nodding in the direction of the newcomers.
"Brilliant." Said Glinda disgruntled, observing her companions as they made their way to them. Her eyes focused on Elphaba, who couldn't help but feel that something was terribly wrong with Glinda, the hurt reflected on the blonde's blue eyes sending a chill down Elphaba's spine.
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In case there's someone still around, thanks for reading. I know its taking an awful long time to get the story where I want it to go, and I'm sorry, but we'll get there, promise. I hope you still have a little bit of patience left. ;)
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Chapter 28
Fandom: Wicked, The Life & Times of The Wicked Witch of The West.
Pairing: Elphaba/Glinda (I know, I know...but I have an overactive imagination, and I'm a sucker for fantasy stories. :P)
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters; I'm merely borrowing them for the ride.
Background: This story was inspired both by the book and the musical. I took the things I liked better from each one.
Author's Note: I apologize profusely for all the language mistakes I'm sure I've made. English is no my mother tongue and this is my first attempt at writting, so please bear with me ;)
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Chapter 27 - Revelations
Glinda was walking quietly through the mauntery's garden, reflecting on all the events occurred during those past days. Her mind was a jumble of memories, some of which didn't even make any sense to her. It was as if from the moment she had been taken from the Chuffrey's Palace, every recollection had been clouded by fog. Even the most recent events were starting to blur together, making it difficult for the blonde Witch to discern the real events from the nightmares that had been plaguing her sleep for so long now. Such was her state of confusion that, upon waking up in the cell that morning, she had had to take a good look at her cellmate's bed to convince herself that it hadn't been a dream, that Elphaba was alive, in that bed right next to hers.
After an hour of tossing and turning in her own bed, Glinda had to accept the fact that sleep was going to elude her for the time being, so even if it had been incredibly early and she knew she still needed her rest, the blonde Witch had risen, deciding to make it an early morning. Anything would have been better than going over and over again in her head about all those questions that were still unanswered.
So there she was a couple of hours later, somehow refreshed, trying to enjoy her stroll in the gardens. She was already feeling the soothing effect her beautiful surroundings were having on her mind. Glinda's weakened state forced her to take continuous breaks in the wooden benches adorning the garden, and it was in one of those benches where the Superior Maunt found her.
"Good morning, my Lady." Was the Maunt's greeting. "Would you mind if I joined you?"
Glinda looked up warmly at the older woman and shook her head, letting her know that it was alright to sit beside her.
"Of course not, Sister." She said while making room for the Maunt in the bench. "In fact, I very much welcome the company."
The older woman sat next to Glinda, taking notice of the garden and breathing it in before speaking again. "Sometimes I forget how peaceful it is out here."
"Yes." Glinda said, nodding her agreement. "It is very soothing, helps to clear one's mind." She added.
"Did you have a rough night, my Lady?" The Superior Maunt looked at Glinda with worry. "The Sisters have told me you were up before daybreak."
The blonde woman smiled again, trying to mitigate the Maunt's worry. "I'm afraid I must have gotten used to sleeping in the cold, hard floor, Sister. The comfort of the bed made sleep difficult for me tonight." She lied, not wanting to worry the Maunt any further with her problems. "I'm sure I'll get used to it again, though. It's easy for us to get used to the good things in life, don't you think so?" She asked, not really expecting an answer from the other woman.
The Maunt nodded, pensively. "Maybe that is why we miss them so when they are taken from us. It's so easy to grow accustomed to them that we are ever so quick to take them from granted. We should value them more when we have them, instead of mourning them when they are gone."
Glinda eyed the Superior Maunt gingerly, wondering if her comment hid any double-entendre, but she soon realized that the woman was merely stating her thoughts. Her words, however, resounded in Glinda's mind, adding more confusion to her already troubled thoughts.
"Had it been long since you last saw Elphaba, Sister?" Glinda asked, trying to divert the conversation towards less anxiousness inducing topics.
"It has been some years now." The Sister said, seeming lost in her thoughts for a while. "It warmed my heart to see she kept the boy."
The blonde woman was about to question the Maunt about her last comment when the Sister spoke again. "Judging by the way she behaved around him back in the day, no one would have believed he was her child."
Glinda's face blanched abruptly, the Sister's words hitting her worse than a slap would have. Suddenly, all her questions seemed trivial and inconsequential. Liir was Elphaba's son. Of course he was, now she could see the resemblance. She cursed herself for having been so obtuse. The clues had been there for her to see from the beginning, but she hadn't wanted to see. The prospect of it being true had hurt too much to even have considered the possibility.
"Are you alright, dear?" The Superior Maunt laid her hand on Glinda's forehead, trying to assess her temperature, mistaking her paleness for illness. "Do you want me to call for Sister Doctor?" The Maunt added worriedly when she didn't get any reaction from the blonde woman. "Should I call Sister Aelphaba?"
Glinda seemed to regain her mental functions at the mention of Elphaba's name, and she shook her head in answer. The color coming back slowly to her face. "I'm alright, Sister." She said, patting the Maunt's hand gently, trying to ease the older woman's worry. "I think I may have overdone it. I should have listened to my body when it told me not to get up this morning." Glinda accompanied her words with a smile, trying to add some humor to a situation that, for her at least, was far from humorous.
The Superior Maunt smiled back, even though she had the impression that the woman sitting next to her was anything but alright. She was sure she was missing important bits of this story, but she knew it wasn't her place to ask. Somehow she had the impression that, once again, she had already said too much. Was it possible that Sister Aelphaba's friends hadn't known about Liir?
The older woman looked around a bit uncomfortable, not knowing how to continue the conversation. She exhaled a sigh of relief when she saw the party approaching the bench where they were sitting. "Looks like your friends have finally decided to join you, Lady Glinda." The Maunt said while standing, nodding in the direction of the newcomers.
"Brilliant." Said Glinda disgruntled, observing her companions as they made their way to them. Her eyes focused on Elphaba, who couldn't help but feel that something was terribly wrong with Glinda, the hurt reflected on the blonde's blue eyes sending a chill down Elphaba's spine.
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In case there's someone still around, thanks for reading. I know its taking an awful long time to get the story where I want it to go, and I'm sorry, but we'll get there, promise. I hope you still have a little bit of patience left. ;)
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Chapter 28