Merry Christmas @loveandviolets!
Special message: I was inspired by your Gelphie snippets and thought it would be fun to make a series of canon compliant papercuts around them (with some accompanying drabbles). Hope you enjoy!
See drabbles under the cut.
1
She tried not to pay much attention to the green girl, more focused on her own chances at scoring a sorcery seminar seat.
Of course, when Madame Morrible placed her hand on top of Elphaba’s, linking them together, that all changed. A shot of electricity coursed through her body and the energy had not left her since.
Disgust, obviously, at rooming with someone so unlike herself. Someone so impossible to fit into an archetype for Galinda to understand and adjust her behavior around.
If she could take any solace from this, Elphaba seemed to be similarly affected by the torment.
2
It wasn't until Galinda held the mirror up to Elphaba that she realized—the terribly mean thing was beautiful, and in such a way that Galinda's 'perfectly pretty' would never quite compare to.
Yes, with Galinda’s help, Elphaba would be popular. Maybe too popular if she wasn’t careful.
When Elphaba burst from the room, the jealousy was banished temporarily from her mind, replaced with concern and a need to be close to her once more.
Where once she shrieked at a simple touch of their hands, the absence of Elphie on her bed was now loud in its own way.
3
While fashion was fast-moving in Oz, here the hat stood on Elphaba's head, just as it was at the Ozdust years earlier, complementing her as well as it had then.
The hat, which was never fashionable and hideocous on Glinda and every other normal such person, looked better on Elphaba than the finest tiara The Wizard could find looked on her.
Oh, how she wanted to knock it off of her. Slap her so hard it fell off on its own. Perhaps she just might.
Why was she furious at Elphaba but felt nothing--no love, no hatred--toward Fiyero?
4
A Gilikinese folklore cliche was the hero of the story experiencing a life changing revelation moments before the end of the tale. Perhaps the hero needed to go back for an ally they had abandoned, or realized their strength after being beaten, or joined forces with a once-enemy.
Galinda was not a Gilikinese hero.
And yet, looking at Elphaba for what might be the last time, she felt a revelation.
The feelings in her chest threatened to swallow her whole, the electricity she had learned to live with now operating at a much more intense current.
She was in love.
