No One Mourns the Wicked - Wicked ficlet
Title: No One Mourns The Wicked
Rating: PG
Fandom: Wicked
Pairing: Glinda/Elphaba
Word Count: 200
Summary: She's been at war her entire life, but seeing Glinda allows her one last moment of peace.
A/N: bookverse, except for the line "no one mourns the wicked", which is from the musical.
No One Mourns The Wicked
“You can’t leave,” Glinda spoke with an authority Elphaba didn’t remembered her having back in Shiz.
“There’s nothing for me here. I need to find Dorothy.”
Glinda closed her eyes, trying to understand her friend’s obsession, but not quite managing to. “Please…” her voice was softer. “You can’t… leave me again. I just found you.”
Surprised by the softness behind the words, the witch turned to look into Glinda’s eyes. “Why are you still looking back? I left everyone, I never looked back,” she lied about the last part, “Why don’t you hate me?”
“I tried,” Glinda was honest, “But I don’t think I could. Although you do make it really easy at times,” she chuckled, smiling when she saw her friend doing the same. “Can’t you see, Elphie?” she used the nickname she hadn’t spoken in years, and it still felt familiar. It felt familiar to the green woman, too, and it unsettled her. “This war against the Wizard, it’s gonna get you killed!” Ginda tried to reason, but the witch wouldn’t listen.
“So?” she smiled sadly, again, “No one mourns the wicked,” and walked away before she could hear Glinda whispering, I would. I can’t lose you again.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Wicked
Pairing: Glinda/Elphaba
Word Count: 200
Summary: She's been at war her entire life, but seeing Glinda allows her one last moment of peace.
A/N: bookverse, except for the line "no one mourns the wicked", which is from the musical.
No One Mourns The Wicked
“You can’t leave,” Glinda spoke with an authority Elphaba didn’t remembered her having back in Shiz.
“There’s nothing for me here. I need to find Dorothy.”
Glinda closed her eyes, trying to understand her friend’s obsession, but not quite managing to. “Please…” her voice was softer. “You can’t… leave me again. I just found you.”
Surprised by the softness behind the words, the witch turned to look into Glinda’s eyes. “Why are you still looking back? I left everyone, I never looked back,” she lied about the last part, “Why don’t you hate me?”
“I tried,” Glinda was honest, “But I don’t think I could. Although you do make it really easy at times,” she chuckled, smiling when she saw her friend doing the same. “Can’t you see, Elphie?” she used the nickname she hadn’t spoken in years, and it still felt familiar. It felt familiar to the green woman, too, and it unsettled her. “This war against the Wizard, it’s gonna get you killed!” Ginda tried to reason, but the witch wouldn’t listen.
“So?” she smiled sadly, again, “No one mourns the wicked,” and walked away before she could hear Glinda whispering, I would. I can’t lose you again.