#icouldbehappier

continued thread with @i-could-be-happier

“A trap?”

Galinda bites her bottom lip. She’s still wearing makeup, so some of her red lipstick gets smudged on her front teeth. Usually Galinda would freak out, but even Galinda Arduenna Upland realizes there’s probably more important things to worry about.

“Infected with what? We- we have to find her a nurse then, right?”

Galinda finally turns around to face Elphaba.

“What’s going on?”

“She’s obviously been bitten already.”

Taking the blonde’s arm in a tight grip, Elphaba pulls her away from the trapped woman. She almost can’t believe how innocent and foolish Glinda is acting! As if a nurse could really reverse the effects of a zombie bite. If that’s the case, then there wouldn’t be so many zombies running amok and causing destruction.

late night texts are always a bad idea

[text to: GAlinda]: do you everything about the fact that you could do something wild and crazy like literally whenever and no one could stop you??? no one could stop you!!! 

[text to: GAlinda]: i could throw my phone out a window RIGHT NOW and no one could stop me. 

[text to: GAlinda]: i could dye my hair like blue or something and no one could do anything!!

i-could-be-happier:

It was, in a way, almost too easy. The careers secured the cornucopia, and Galinda herself killed a short boy during the blood bath. He was named Biq, or something close to it. His name doesn’t matter now.

“Galinda,” Fiyero says, sitting on top of the cornucopia with her. He had to help her up, but the two did enjoy the view. The forest is nice, in a way. “Avaric wants to go hunting with me.”

Galinda just nods, not asking what they’re hunting. Some things are better left unknown, after all. She lays back down on top of the cornucopia, content with sunbathing while they’re gone.

It’s only an hour after Fiyero and Avaric left when a cannon goes off. The cannon wakes Galinda up just in time for her to see Shenshen try pounce up on the cornucopia, knife in hand. If Shenshen made the jump, Galinda’s cannon would have followed.

But as it is, Shenshen falls back onto the ground and Galinda rolls off the other side. Grabbing a random backpack and a few knives, the blonde sprints into the woods. Shenshen and Pfannee begin to pursue her, and Pfannee throws a knife. It just grazes Galinda’s shin, and she hardly even looks back. The two women stop their pursuit when Galinda reaches the woods, afraid that she may use the cover of the trees to her advantage.

Galinda keeps running, leaping over roots and through the unmarked forest. She hardly processes what just happened, and her leg throbs with every step she takes. But she has to get away, she keeps running.

The green girl hadn’t expected to find herself participating in the games, but Nessarose’s name had been called, and her handicapped sister would most certainly not last. She had volunteered out of a sense of duty to her sister and surely to her father’s relief. He had always favored dear Nessa.

During the pre-games period, people had commented on her unusually green skin color. Some claimed that her verdigris would make her an easy target, while others argued that her color may help her camouflage with her surroundings depending on this year’s arena. Fortunately for Elphaba, there’s a heavily wooded area around the cornucopia, and that’s exactly where she had ran after snagging a backpack from the arena’s center.

The Emerald CIty had left Mallow feeling a little uneasy, though this would never show in the Quadling girl’s face. She waited to be greeted at the Emerald City Palace Gates by...was she supposed to meeting Lady Glinda? The Wizard himself. She couldn’t quite remember.

In all honesty, Mallow herself was questioning a little bit of her leadership skills, as well as her being a novice politician.

                         ❝Don’t apologise, you didn’t  m e a n  to.❞

She responded, looking at the other girl and then back to her hands which were also sat in her lap.

The cackle slipped out of her lips before she could stop it, the slap barely stinging her cheek. Was that all Glinda had? Once the laugh had finished, she cleared her throat, looking at the clearly angry blonde in front of her.

“That was crude of me. Here, let me make it up to you.”

Naturally, Galinda had little in her life to even worry her, much less scare her. While the pressure to fit in did sometimes cause the blonde to become frustrated, she had an easy enough time making friends that her social status was never really an issue. The only real threats in Galinda’s otherwise perfect life was her artichoke roommate and the old Goat consistently mispronouncing her name. The occasional thunder storm would also send her running for her covers, but that was uncommon enough to hardly even matter.

While most people enjoyed dreams to leave their lives for eight hours and just float in a void, Galinda enjoyed her dreams because they were almost as wonderful as her life. Practically all of them involved her sitting in a field of dandelions with talking animals (not Animals, as that would basically be a nightmare instead).

Galinda also had the pleasure- or in this case the burden- of being a heavy sleeper. She simply didn’t have enough (or any) issues to worry about waking up.

But tonight was different. Every inch of Galinda’s willpower was screaming at her to wake up, to escape the horror that was a nightmare. She just needed the extra pull to wake her up, and her saving grace came in the form of her roommate.

Her eyes widen suddenly, and she stares straight ahead with only a small jolt to show that she woke. Unlike most times, sleep doesn’t hang in her eyes and instead she’s wide awake almost instantly. Still, the only time Galinda moves is to tighten her grip on the blankets.

The room, she quickly decides, was a lot colder than usually. Her bed was a lot stiffer, and her blankets a lot less protective. She remains silent, not entirely sure if she’s still at Shiz University.

Elphaba watches her roommate carefully, and it is the tiny gesture of Galinda’s fingers tightening around snatches of her bedcovers that eventually alerts her to the fact that she is truly awake, more so than the initial jolt, but it is a moment more before she speaks.

She’s not good at comfort - even where Nessa is concerned, she sometimes falls short of the mark in that regard. So how, she wonders, she will fare in this situation? Perhaps - and she believes this to be rather likely - Galinda won’t want Elphaba to fuss over this little incident (not that fussing is entirely in her vocabulary as it is), and then where will they be? She’s not in the business of offering small amounts of kindness out only to be tersely rebuffed for doing so, but she also cannot seem to stop herself from pursuing this.