#fiyeraba

“I don’t want to disturb your rest,” Fiyero murmured with his mouth against her hairline, “but does the world look…different to you?”

Elphaba groggily opened her eyes, lifting her head from his chest. 

Strangely, it did. 

The moon was almost blindingly silver, glowing like a beacon in the sky. The vines twining around the branches that made up her walls were vibrantly green against the dark chocolate bark in a way they hadn’t been before; the golden light from her lanterns seemed to outshine the sun. The world had had color before, but now it was so much more, enhanced in a way that was nearly impossible to describe. When she looked down, the contrast between her skin and Fiyero’s seemed like a color palette that belonged in a painting by the most revered artist in Oz. Her braids around his fingers looked as inky black and shimmering as the night sky.

“That wasn’t in my reading,” she whispered, stupefied.

He kissed her temple and she could feel him smiling. “Maybe it’s us. Maybe we’re special.”