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{❀} it probably wasn't the BEST sign that fiyero had just managed to come to her after elphaba's flight. she willfully ignored the warning bells going off in her head, and instead focused only on the RELIEF that he had found her.

bobby pins were pressed into her hair and shenshen adjusted her robe. glinda's eyes met fiyero's in the mirror. so many unspoken words glittered in her brown eyes and she politely (but quickly) dismissed the emerald city sycophants that fluttered around her.

she and her BOYFRIEND were left quite alone in the round room filled with beautiful flowers, half-finished gowns, make-up and perfume, and different sparkling TIARAS floating around them.

with a deep breath, she slowly pulled herself from the chair and rushed to him, throwing her arms around his frame. tears slipped down her cheeks, smudging her make-up and choking her throat.

"fiyero!" glinda wept, pressing her face into his chest. her body shook with grief.

elphaba had flown off. she had LEFT. their group...shattered and displaced. she wept for her best friend--forced to leave to save herself. she wept for nessa, who'd lost her father (though she didn't weep for the MEAN deceased governor). she wept for boq, who had sent her a letter that he was headed to munchkinland for the funeral. she wept for fiyero--who hadn't come to see her in the week since madame morrible declared her a WICKED WITCH.

most of all, she wept for her innocence. something she knew had DISINTEGRATED the moment madame morrible had wrapped her arms around her.

swallowing back her exhaustion, she leaned back to study his face. "...i've been better." accusation tinged her tongue, but she couldn't bear to push him away. not when she felt so ALONE.

"where have you been? i..." a hand gestured to the room around them. "...i'm to attend governor thropp's funeral as the wizard's personal representative."

          @dancedfacades    said;         〝 UMBRELLA :  for one muse to share their umbrella with the other on a rainy day 〞⠀⠀︱ ⠀⠀Agatha⠀⠀!

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AGATHA COULD USE HER MAGIC TO STOP THE THUNDERSTORM — but why in Oz’s name would she, when her companion was ever so kind as to offer her his umbrella? The chivalrous gentleman standing beside her was rewarded for his efforts with a small smile, and her gratitude was GENUINE. For all that Agatha enjoyed watching a good thunderstorm, it was never a pleasant experience to be drenched by the accompanying onslaught of pouring rain.

        “Thank you kindly, Mister …” Agatha began, only to then trail off upon realizing that she did not know this gentleman’s name. This necessary detail, however, was recalled moments later. “—oh!” She exclaimed, RECOGNITION flickering across her visage. “You’re the new transfer student, right? Fiyero Tiggular?” It would be most unfortunate if she were wrong; however, this boy perfectly matched the physical description that her mother had given her at breakfast that morning. “My mother told me that you’d be arriving today. I’m Agatha Morrible, Assistant Teacher of Sorcery here at Shiz.”

“ guess who? ” galinda's hands reached from behind him to hover over his eyes⎯⎯ to the best of her petite abilities, anyway. she's swift in her movements, positioning herself in his direct gaze before he's barely had a chance to answer! ( as if it weren't obvious. just who else would it be? ) “ my lecture was cancelled today, so my afternoon freed up a little earlier than expected. ” ♡ ( @dancedfacades )

It was unbecoming he insisted. Then why had he followed her out of the Chapel of Saint Glinda, it was certainly none of his business and if he knew what was good for him... he would stay away. Elphaba had cut them off for a reason, she was not stupid. 'Leave me alone' she had implied with quiet insistence. Still, he refused. In the end, the a.gitator and supposed witch couldn't help it, it slipped through her fingers, perhaps the most embarrassing thing. She wanted him to stay but she would insist he leave for his own good. "Go away," Elphaba keeps insisting. "You'll go away if you know whats good for you," I love you all too much.

It was unbecoming... F.iyero T.igelaar had insisted yet again.

"Unbecoming?" Elphaba asked, a voice as harsh as she could manage without being sharp-edged and cruel. "A perfect word for this life of mine then, I who have always been unbecoming, I am who am presently becoming un. I do not exist, remember that."