#irnmaiden

@irnmaidn​  :  “ you don’t have to tell me anything, we can just sit here. ” (from here)

“  BAH!  AND  YET  THAT  IS  ALL  I  EVER  DO,  IS  SIT  HERE  AND  WAIT  !  ”  

Elphaba  is  striding  explosively  about  the  room,  her  cape  billowing  in  the  wind  of  her  tragedy;  her  rage.  Her  nostrils  flare  in  anger;   she  breathes,  hard,  and  halts,  swiftly  and  sharply,  at  the  window  of  the  castle  tower,  clutches  the  edges  of  the  stone,  her  knuckles  a  pastel,  lighter  green  in  the  pressure  of  her  grip.   

“  And  every  moment  I  wait  is  a  moment  wasted,  a  moment  gone  and  forever  WASTED,  a  moment  given  to  that  WRETCHED  Dorothy  and  her  insufferable  crew  of  ninnies  so  they  might  put  their  paws  all  over  my  SISTER’S  shoes  !  ”  

Elphaba  is  on  the  verge  of  screaming,  now  ———  she  can  hardly  catch  her  breath,  her  mouth  curled  in  a  sneer  over  her  front  teeth.   “  And  while  they  wander  about  Oz  in  their  IGNORANCE  and  their  DEBAUCHERY  and  LIES,  with  their  disgusting  little  diddies  and  their  sugary  smiles,  here  I  am,  here,  WAITING,  while  the  Wizard  grows  stronger,  the  Wizard’s  numbers  GROW  . . .   the  Wizard  influences  more  and  more  of  those  INSUFFERABLE  Ozians  . . .  his  regime  is  iron  at  last,  and  I  am  here,  waiting,  and  I  lose  everything  !  ”   

Elphaba’s  voice  catches;  a  small  yelping  sound  escapes  her  throat;  she  is  almost  incomprehensible. 

                                      “  I  lose  . . . everything . . .  ”

The  Witch  falls  silent,  releasing  her  grip.  Her  breathing  slows,  laboured  and  loud,  falling  silent  and  slow;  rhythmic.  At  last,  she  seems  to  remember  that  she  is  not  alone.   She  remembers  that  the  other  with  her  does  not  deserve  this  outcry.  Cass  has  nothing  to  do  with  this,  Elphaba  realizes.  Cass  does  not  deserve  her  anger. 

BUT  HAD  ANY  OF  THEM  TRULY  DESERVED  THEIR  FATES...

“  I  know  why  you’ve  come,  ”  Elphaba  finally  states,  grimly,  to  the  foggy  earth  below,  her  frame  still  hunched  over  the  sill  of  the  window.  You  wish  to  learn  the  Grimmerie.  Your  mother  wishes  to  take  it  from  me  --  perhaps  you  do,  too.  

Ears perk up when the Cheshire hears the snapping of twigs underneath someone’s feet from down below the branch of a tumtum tree she was taking a catnap on. Opening her eyes cat-like silts gaze downwards toward the person who had woken her from her catnap. It was clear this particular person wasn’t from around Wonderland due to their appearance among other things, but most importantly they were dangerously getting too close to a baby Bandersnatch’s location which meant two things. One the mother wasn’t too far behind, Second they were going to get seriously injured if they dared venture any further. So in an attempt to lead the other further away she vanished leaving only her grin before the silhouette of a cat ran past the girl in an attempt to gain her attention. Reappearing in the tumtum tree behind the girl she spoke.

“ Curiouser and curiouser. A little far from Ever After aren’t you?  “