Prompt: #109 - spirit
Two drabbles, or a short story in two parts.
Title: Too Late for Regrets
Fandom: Wicked (the musical)
Pairings: Elphaba/Glinda, Elphaba/Fiyero
Rating: G
Wordcounts: drabble 1 = 150 words, drabble 2 = 100 words
A/N: Enormous, earth-shattering spoilers for the ending of the musical. Srsly.
1/
“Oh Elphie,” Glinda whispered, sinking down in a move that, under different circumstances, would have passed for a curtsey. Clutching the hat, she bent forward, pressing her lips to the damp floorboards where Elphaba had last stood. For several moments, she stayed like this, shoulders trembling with silent grief.
“Please be out there, somewhere; please be listening...I know you don’t believe you had a soul, but please, Elphie, you have to somehow be hearing this. I need you to know...it’s only ever been you. It only ever will be you. I love you.”
Hearing the guards approaching, Glinda straightened up, hastily ducking behind a set of heavy drapes. Heart aching, she tossed the hat onto the floor quickly - it would not do for such a thing to go missing in an unoccupied castle. Then, she pressed her face against the dusty velvet, inhaling deeply. They too smelt like Elphie.
2/
“It worked!” Fiyero hissed, pulling open the trapdoor. Elphaba flew out and into his arms, almost knocking him over backwards as she clung on desperately.
She hadn’t even seen his face yet. He rubbed her back gently, whispering fondly into her ear as her body shook with wracking sobs.
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright now. I’m here. You’re here. We’re okay,” Fiyero laughed softly, somewhat relieved that he was no longer made of flesh because Elphaba’s nails were surely attempting to draw blood right now.
“Fiyero, what have I done?” she whimpered.
“Everything right,” he assured her. “Everything’s finally alright.”
Title: Too Late for Regrets
Fandom: Wicked (the musical)
Pairings: Elphaba/Glinda, Elphaba/Fiyero
Rating: G
Wordcounts: drabble 1 = 150 words, drabble 2 = 100 words
A/N: Enormous, earth-shattering spoilers for the ending of the musical. Srsly.
1/
“Oh Elphie,” Glinda whispered, sinking down in a move that, under different circumstances, would have passed for a curtsey. Clutching the hat, she bent forward, pressing her lips to the damp floorboards where Elphaba had last stood. For several moments, she stayed like this, shoulders trembling with silent grief.
“Please be out there, somewhere; please be listening...I know you don’t believe you had a soul, but please, Elphie, you have to somehow be hearing this. I need you to know...it’s only ever been you. It only ever will be you. I love you.”
Hearing the guards approaching, Glinda straightened up, hastily ducking behind a set of heavy drapes. Heart aching, she tossed the hat onto the floor quickly - it would not do for such a thing to go missing in an unoccupied castle. Then, she pressed her face against the dusty velvet, inhaling deeply. They too smelt like Elphie.
2/
“It worked!” Fiyero hissed, pulling open the trapdoor. Elphaba flew out and into his arms, almost knocking him over backwards as she clung on desperately.
She hadn’t even seen his face yet. He rubbed her back gently, whispering fondly into her ear as her body shook with wracking sobs.
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright now. I’m here. You’re here. We’re okay,” Fiyero laughed softly, somewhat relieved that he was no longer made of flesh because Elphaba’s nails were surely attempting to draw blood right now.
“Fiyero, what have I done?” she whimpered.
“Everything right,” he assured her. “Everything’s finally alright.”