Wicked: Elphaba
Title: Turning
Author: faycequevoudras
Claim: Wicked: Elphaba
Table: Emotions
Prompt: Love
Rating: PG
Summary: Elphaba's thoughts in the last moments of the musical, as the curtain closes
Warnings: If you haven't seen the end of Wicked and plan to, don't click. This is a spoiler.
Straw scratched at Elphaba's palm, raw and sharp. Fiyero smelled like wet hay and she found it was a plesant scent, though she suspected it was because it was for no other reason than it was Fiyero and he was hers and now, now she was his and no one would ever know.
Not even Glinda.
Despite all they'd shared, the love and life they'd had, Elphaba was walking away with only half her heart. Half resided in that heart of straw that had once beat madly in both desire and desperation. To save him had meant changing him and yet, deep down, nothing had changed at all. Not from the Fiyero that had lurked beneath the good looks and expensive clothes. That man, the man she loved, he had never changed.
Unlike the woman that possessed the other half of her heart.
From the moment they'd met, Glinda had changed in every way. From her name to the way she wore her hair to the very shape of her heart. It had expanded, learned to love in ways that even Galinda herself likely never thought was possible. Her heart had changed and yet... and yet, on the surface, she was still the same Glinda that OZ loved and adored. The Glinda that could never know that the green smoke had been naught but magic. The Glinda that could never know that Elphaba, she who held part of Glinda's heart as much as Glinda held hers, was so very much alive.
On the edge of the path, the path that would lead them away from OZ and all that it was, Elphaba paused and looked back. To all of OZ she was dead, a wisp of smoke and sulfur. Only Fiyero, her sweet love in scarecrow form, only he knew the truth.
And only he knew that in turning her back on OZ, Elphaba was turning her back on the woman she loved.
Author: faycequevoudras
Claim: Wicked: Elphaba
Table: Emotions
Prompt: Love
Rating: PG
Summary: Elphaba's thoughts in the last moments of the musical, as the curtain closes
Warnings: If you haven't seen the end of Wicked and plan to, don't click. This is a spoiler.
Straw scratched at Elphaba's palm, raw and sharp. Fiyero smelled like wet hay and she found it was a plesant scent, though she suspected it was because it was for no other reason than it was Fiyero and he was hers and now, now she was his and no one would ever know.
Not even Glinda.
Despite all they'd shared, the love and life they'd had, Elphaba was walking away with only half her heart. Half resided in that heart of straw that had once beat madly in both desire and desperation. To save him had meant changing him and yet, deep down, nothing had changed at all. Not from the Fiyero that had lurked beneath the good looks and expensive clothes. That man, the man she loved, he had never changed.
Unlike the woman that possessed the other half of her heart.
From the moment they'd met, Glinda had changed in every way. From her name to the way she wore her hair to the very shape of her heart. It had expanded, learned to love in ways that even Galinda herself likely never thought was possible. Her heart had changed and yet... and yet, on the surface, she was still the same Glinda that OZ loved and adored. The Glinda that could never know that the green smoke had been naught but magic. The Glinda that could never know that Elphaba, she who held part of Glinda's heart as much as Glinda held hers, was so very much alive.
On the edge of the path, the path that would lead them away from OZ and all that it was, Elphaba paused and looked back. To all of OZ she was dead, a wisp of smoke and sulfur. Only Fiyero, her sweet love in scarecrow form, only he knew the truth.
And only he knew that in turning her back on OZ, Elphaba was turning her back on the woman she loved.