She said...
Title: She said she was my friend
Rating: PG
Subject: Playverse - "No Good Deed" timeline ish.
Summary: Elphaba's hurting ... her thoughts. Subtle Gelphie or possible friendship fic (note- there's no real mention of Elphie's water... 'allergy' in the play... let alone tears burning)
She said she was my friend. She said she loved me. She curled in my arms when she was lonely. We’d lie together… I’d stroke her hair with one hand and be turning the pages of my book with the other. We’d be quiet, like that… her blonde curls on my shoulder, my eyes dutifully on the pages of my book. Then at last she would rise and go to her bed, murmuring that she was tired. I’d read another half hour or so, just a stubborn jibe that I wouldn’t turn out the lights just because she thought she was perfect. Even if I thought she was perfect too. I’d put my book away, putter around feeling her impatient gaze on my back then finally give in and turn out the light and lie down, my blanket up to my chin. After a few minutes, soft words would come from those pink lips I could envision perfectly though it was far too dark to see. She’d tell me her secrets… I never said much, just listened while she talked. She would grow quiet. “Elphie… tell me something.” She’d breathe into the night. “Anything… just… give me SOMETHING, Elphie.” She’d demand, her voice a trembling whisper. I gave in, telling her my secrets, talking as long as she had, maybe longer. When I ran out of things to say, we’d be silent again. “Thank you, Elphie. I love you.” I never replied. I turned on my side, my back to her… and cried.
So of course I asked her to come with me. A short day, a lifetime of fun… a lifetime of heartache. Emerald City… After realizing I was being tricked into nothing more than slavery, I simply snapped. I asked her to come with me. “Elphie, listen to me!” She begged. I couldn’t. So I begged her to come along. I thought she would… I really did. She thought she would too… for a moment, imagining what we could be together. She couldn’t come. I couldn’t stay.
Now Fiyero is gone too. Nessa… Fiyero… Dr. Dillamond… Galinda… I pray I never love again. I won’t listen, won’t try, won’t do what they ask.
No good deed will I do again.
Rating: PG
Subject: Playverse - "No Good Deed" timeline ish.
Summary: Elphaba's hurting ... her thoughts. Subtle Gelphie or possible friendship fic (note- there's no real mention of Elphie's water... 'allergy' in the play... let alone tears burning)
She said she was my friend. She said she loved me. She curled in my arms when she was lonely. We’d lie together… I’d stroke her hair with one hand and be turning the pages of my book with the other. We’d be quiet, like that… her blonde curls on my shoulder, my eyes dutifully on the pages of my book. Then at last she would rise and go to her bed, murmuring that she was tired. I’d read another half hour or so, just a stubborn jibe that I wouldn’t turn out the lights just because she thought she was perfect. Even if I thought she was perfect too. I’d put my book away, putter around feeling her impatient gaze on my back then finally give in and turn out the light and lie down, my blanket up to my chin. After a few minutes, soft words would come from those pink lips I could envision perfectly though it was far too dark to see. She’d tell me her secrets… I never said much, just listened while she talked. She would grow quiet. “Elphie… tell me something.” She’d breathe into the night. “Anything… just… give me SOMETHING, Elphie.” She’d demand, her voice a trembling whisper. I gave in, telling her my secrets, talking as long as she had, maybe longer. When I ran out of things to say, we’d be silent again. “Thank you, Elphie. I love you.” I never replied. I turned on my side, my back to her… and cried.
So of course I asked her to come with me. A short day, a lifetime of fun… a lifetime of heartache. Emerald City… After realizing I was being tricked into nothing more than slavery, I simply snapped. I asked her to come with me. “Elphie, listen to me!” She begged. I couldn’t. So I begged her to come along. I thought she would… I really did. She thought she would too… for a moment, imagining what we could be together. She couldn’t come. I couldn’t stay.
Now Fiyero is gone too. Nessa… Fiyero… Dr. Dillamond… Galinda… I pray I never love again. I won’t listen, won’t try, won’t do what they ask.
No good deed will I do again.