nothing, absolutely nothing has been going the way it should. they were supposed to be together, the three of them. she and elphie were supposed to build lives for themselves in the emerald city, side by side. she was supposed to have her best friend and her husband by her side, they were supposed to...

well, they were supposed to be a family, weren't they? wasn't that what glinda had planned for them?

and now she's in an office she knows she would never have if elphaba hadn't been shunned for trying to do the right thing the wrong way, writing a speech she would never be in a position to give if not for the fact that she had turned her back on her dearest friend. and she wants to desperately to turn to fiyero, but... she feels so sure that he hasn't forgiven her. that maybe he never will.

glinda wonders, often, if she'll ever be able to forgive herself. there are times when she feels so utterly, completely certain that this was the only way. and there are other times where... well.

the softest lift of her brow– he remembered. elphaba is deeply touched. and he's asked the question so casually, like he has no idea how significant this is to her. people don't remember things about her beyond how she looks– or really anything beyond the color green. maybe this just what friendship is like, sharing the little things you notice, not having to hoard them close like secrets. not having to admire from afar but to admit it quietly... unselfconsciously. isn't that a funny notion.

DOROTHY PEERED AT THE SCARECROW. she couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the whole ordeal. why, one moment she had been in her home and now she was somewhere else entirely. her shoes glittering against the uneven brick of the road. dorothy wasn't sure how long the journey would be but she felt quite unprepared for it. she had been alarmed by the talking scarecow at first but found herself drawing closer. it seemed that this land was strange and wondrous, she only hoped to better understand it. "do you think you could direct me to the emerald city?"

🌷 -> i didn’t particularly care for them, anyway, said fiyero (@dancedthrough).

the corners of galinda's rosy pink lips twitched in beaming anticipation, the flashing image of their spring wedding amidst a garden of cherry blossoms invading her like growing ivy. soon, their inevitable happy ending would hit him like a ton of magical bricks, too.

toss, toss ― don't stutter now, galinda!

there  was  no  knowing  how  long  she  had  been  exiled      —      time  all  seemed  to  bleed  together  when  running  for  ones life.      never  more  than  a  few  days  in  one  spot,    and  if  she  was  feeling  LONELY,    visiting  the  animals  that  were  sheltered  just  outside  of  munchkinland.      most  of  which  were  unable  to  speak;      but  they  still  were  much  better  company  than  the  munchkins  ever  were  anyway.      elphaba  couldn’t  stick  around          ( you  had  to  prioritize  their  safety,    and  you  being  there  put  them  in  danger ).      so  a  trek  through  the  forest  was  where  she  ended  up.      the  broom  would  be  quicker      …      but  with  it  comes  the  attention.      the  sound  of  rushing  wind  through  the  trees  was  soothing,    the  nature  surrounding  her  unconcerned  with  her  wickedness.  

the  peace  was  short  lived.      a  branch  snapping  in  the  distance,    a  glimmer  of  that  green  uniform.      the  wizard’s  guard.          ( but  you  had  been  so  careful! )      her  throat  was  closing,    the  pounding  in  her  chest  painful.      it  wasn’t  her  capture  she  feared      —      it  was  the  animals.      they  couldn’t  be  discovered  because  of  her.      elphaba  moved  behind  the  vines,    rushing  between  thick  trunks  to  shield  her.      the  anxiety  quickly  shifted to  her  brows  furrowing  in  confusion.      utterances  under  hushed  breath  were  unmistakable.

@dancedthrough asked : ❝ is there no end to this accursed forest? ❞

❝ fiyero? ❞          long  fingers  moved  the  shrubbery  away  as  she  slipped  from  the  shadows.      her  immediate  reaction  was  to  run  and  embrace  him      —      but  she  held  herself  back.       ❝ what  are  you  doing  here?      you  shouldn’t  be  here! ❞          she  scolded  in  a  hushed  voice.      gaze  flicked  around  frantically,    making  sure  there  were  no  interlopers.      he  couldn’t  be  seen  anywhere  near  her.      if  he  were  and  didn’t  turn  her  in      ….      there  was  no  telling  what  would  be  done  to  him.          ❝ unless  you  are  here  to  detain  me  or  throw  me  onto  a  stake,    you  must  leave! ❞          elphaba  couldn’t  allow  herself  to  hope.      couldn’t  allow  herself  to  be  near  anyone  she  cared  about.      every  second  they  stood  in  the  forest  together  put  him  more  at  risk,          ❝ thoughtless! ❞          she  stalked  over  him,    standing  directly  in  front  of  fiyero,    and  she  felt  her  defenses  drop.      he  was  so  close.      was  he  there  for  her?      or  simply  wandered  too  far  when  on  a  hunt?          ❝ please.      go  back  to  oz.      pretend  as  though  you  never  saw  me  in  these  woods. ❞

Perched on the desk in Fiyero's room, Danny accepts the cup with a wry thought that it's probably the finest of chinas, this single cup worth more than his last three hard-won articles combined. Even thinking that, he's no more careful with it than he would be with his own chipped ceramics as he sets it aside to cast a critical eye around the apartment.

"Nice," he offers, swinging his legs, feet tilted up so he doesn't scuff his heels on the floor. "Real lap of luxury sorta place, huh?" He's teasing, mostly, shooting the prince a look with one eyebrow raised. "Do you all live like this, or...? Students, I mean, I know you royal sorts are accustomed to a certain standard of living. Just wondering if all the rooms are like this or if the equality bullshit peddled by Shiz is bullshit or..."