defying gravity

they're alive. and though they aren't necessarily thriving — still having to hide, lay low until they could be sure that everyone truly thought they were dead — they're living. and living together, the talking scarecrow and the wicked witch, in love. they may have been chased out of oz, but they found a home in each other. fiyero knew that wherever elphaba was is where he wanted to be. he may no longer be a prince, the object of everyone's desires, or that carefree man he had always desperately tried to be, but now he was so much more than that: kind, empathetic, and loved by the woman he adored. he didn't think there was much more he could ask for.

this is more than she ever could have asked for. she had never seen a life for herself in her future. since she was a child, elphaba had always imagined herself growing up to care for her father, or maybe nessa's family, if she chose to have one. she would look after the house, maybe take on some work behind the scenes in munchkinland. ( never anything public-facing, of course, goodness no. ) there hadn't been a point in dreaming of a future she had no hope for. and then the second she'd started to hope– had finally had a reason to– that dream died before her very eyes. and, really she wouldn't change anything. it all brought her here, to a life more beautiful than she would have ever pictured for herself.

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so much misunderstanding; yearning; longing. so much that fiyero didn't know, and so much that fiyero was too afraid to ask for. the arrival of the prince had stirred the students into a flurry, but elphaba had shaken things up in her own way, too. not many were fond of her, not until galinda had given her a moment at the oz dust, showing them that anyone, regardless of background or appearance could be friends. fiyero and elphaba had a rocky start ( nearly trampling a person in the woods might do that to a relationship ), but the two had silently agreed to put aside their differences and dislikes and act as acquaintances, albite somewhat reluctantly, for galinda's sake. but as weeks passed, fiyero realized that the more time he spent with elphaba, the more he started to like her. he noticed more and more about her, finding himself counting her freckles, or enjoying the chime of her rare laughter, or learning something about her that he hadn't known before, that sometimes surprised him or impressed him. eventually, galinda was no longer just a buffer between the two. fiyero came to consider elphaba a friend. then, the ordeal with doctor dillamond and the lion cub happened, and he began thinking of her as much more than that.

he's thought about that night ever since. the gentle way in which she caressed his jaw, ran a finger across the scratch at his forehead, looked at him as if she actually saw what was beneath the mask he wore for others. sitting there beside her, fiyero longed to stay. to live in that moment forever, to allow himself to feel the tenderness without cowering away from it. instead, he had ran off. quickly, and without good reason. the days were long between then and now. the last time fiyero had seen elphaba was on the train platform, sending her off to the emerald city with a poppy in her hand. it had taken some time to find her, but now that he had, fiyero wasn't going to leave without telling her how he really felt. he may not get another chance.

elphaba is mistaken in her assessment of fiyero's feelings that night. she says she thought he was upset, and fiyero tells her that no, no — he was simply afraid of his feelings for her. the way she looks up at him, as if she's surprised, or in disbelief, causes fiyero to take a breath. hands slowly reach forward, taking her own into his, once again warm against cold, though this time, he brushes a thumb against green skin, warming the space with his fingertip. his mouth opens, closes. how shall he say this? well, he supposed simple was better.

elphaba had always assumed that that kind of love just wasn’t for her. love at all always seemed... difficult. even with nessa, whom she loves with all her heart, there are things that are complicated. she doesn't quite know how to love her sister without using up all of herself to do it– it's how she was taught. and loving like that only gets you hurt. her mother is gone, dulcibear is gone. it always seemed that love would only lead to despair. glinda had taught her otherwise, and fiyero, too, but... loving fiyero had hurt in its own way, at the start.

well, no. not loving him. loving him was easy. it was the longing that had hurt. it was a sweet ache that elphaba had known all her life, looking at things that could never be hers. the way her father smiled at nessa. the way other children would laugh and sing as they played in the streets. the looming buildings of shiz that she was never meant to step foot in. a gift given to her by the sharp eye of a power-hungry woman.

still, she can't say she isn't grateful to morrible. because if not for her, she would never have met the girl with a heart behind all her vanity or the boy with a wonderful mind masked with the pretense of a vapid smile. while glinda certainly hadn't approached on the friendliest foot, elphaba could admit it was just... easier– to not like them, to keep them at arm's length. all fiyero had done was make a simple mistake– one anyone could have made, and she'd practically carved a gulf in the earth between them so she could feel in control. and then he was with glinda and it all made perfect sense and it was easy as anything to ignore the silly twinge in her heart the more she got to know him.

she'd never felt like such a fool than she did that night in the forest. it had been stupid, utterly brainless to think there could have been anything between them. fiyero had woken up her heart in a way that no one ever had before and she had let that feeling in close enough to hurt her. and when he'd run off? well. that new, beautiful feeling had melted quickly away, revealing the familiar wound.

so when he hunts her down, tries to tell her what he really felt that night, all she can do is stare at him, unbelieving. a little gasp escapes her when he takes her hands. it's been so long since anyone has touched her, and for it to be fiyero...

and then he's telling her he loves her, that's he's loved her just as long as she has loved him, and he's smiling at her, and– she won't restrain herself any longer. she won't do the polite thing, won't wait for him to finish explaining himself. no, this time, she will do the thing her heart tells her. she surges forward to kiss him, pressing her lips to his with all of the desperation in her heart and none of the shyness she once felt. green palms cradle his face, the tips of elphaba's fingers sliding into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. they fit together so naturally that she doesn't need to think, only needs to let herself love him.

as a man used to having all eyes on him, it's easy for fiyero to ignore those who now stare at them as he walks elphaba back toward the dance floor, surrounded by moving bodies and loud chatter. he couldn't deny that the students of shiz knew how to have a good time, but they were all the same as every other student body he had met in every other university he had been kicked out of. self absorbed, ready and willing to be led astray from their studies, and, of course, obsessed with him, which has always been flattering, something that played well into his ego. elphaba was the only person — man, woman, or otherwise — who hasn't fawned, drooled, or chased after him, which gave the prince intrigue. fiyero had thought about her several times since he almost trampled her. she was . . . refreshing. the way he felt concerned fiyero a bit, but he wouldn't let that show.

elphaba can roll her eyes all she likes, but she understands ( to some degree at least ) why people fawn over fiyero. he's charming, if a little disruptive, and does seem to have his heart more or less in the right place. those are the kinds of traits that draw people in. and he didn't balk when she did what she's come to realize is sending up walls. in fact, he had challenged her on it. a little bold for a stranger, maybe, but... few people have ever bothered to do that. to even try to look past the brambles, the gates she keeps so tightly locked. so suffice it to say, she isn't completely closed off to the idea of him. and there was something sweet about arranging... all of this. while elphaba doesn't consider herself a rule breaker, she isn't much of a rule follower either– and why shouldn't the students be allowed to have a little fun? of course, dancing wouldn't have been her first choice for fun, but then... she isn't entirely sure what would be.

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

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