@goodliest asked nessa; [ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver
fingernails dig into the leather of her armrests. nessa's gaze is cast over the streets of munchkinland. her land, now. black shrouds still decorate the brightly coloured houses, still mourning the loss of her father. a heart attack, the doctor's told her, likely brought on by the shame elphaba has brought upon their family. it had planted the seed of resentment that had grown over time, which had turned a bright beating heart black as coal and cold as ice. galinda's words finally cease and a silence hangs in the air between them for a beat too long. nessa hasn't heard from her sister since she fled the emerald city. finally, it seems, she has her independence, but the price had been too high.
â burn it. â her words are harsh. she wants nothing more than to cradle the letter, to trace the ink formed by elphaba's hand, but she cannot. she cannot savour her sister's words least someone find them and claim they are in cahoots. what's left of her reputation would not survive a direct attack from the wizard. she's already holding on to her position by a thread. the wicked witch of the east, they've started to call her. â you could have stopped her. â there's a shakiness to her tone. a danger that a tear may fall from the corner of her eye. everything lies in ruin. her sister gone, boq barely speaking to her, and her people hate her. â she trusted you. you could have made her see sense. â
