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                      elphaba’s thunderous heartbeat in her ears muffles combined chaos of shouts & heavy footsteps ; veins run electric with a newfound freedom coursing like venom. glinda provides all the air she needs to breathe, & in locking eyes, she’s given the final push she needs to take to the air. “  hold tight, my sweet,  ”  called to the girl wrapped ‘round her waist, piercing western horizon with her gaze.

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk. II accepting II      { @movesplanned ;;

What time was it? was the sun coming up already? who knew, all Nandor was able to smell was the blood infused with alcohol that his victims had provided him with that night. “Guillermo!” He was being unnecessarily loud, and his accent sounded thicker than the usual. “Come! come over here.” He pointed at the spot on the floor next to where he stood. -- With the other next to him, Nandor put his arm around Guillermo’s shoulder and pretty much put all his weight on the shorter male. “You remind me of those mice in that movie with the girl and her fucking glass shoe. The ones that seem pretty useless, but get a lot of shit done, that’s you.” A compliment. “A very stupid movie, by the way.”

“It’s gonna be very lonely once you fly away as a little bat away from here, very, very, very lonely...--” He stopped himself from saying anything else when he smelled something that was making his nostrils and throat burn. “Is that garlic I smell on you?”

            amy  never  imagined  she’d  be  at  this  kind  of  party .  this  wasn’t  quite  a  ball .  although  it  looked  fun  to  dance  so  freely ,  amy  stood  with  her  fingers  wrapped  around  a  glass  of  wine  at  the  bar ,  stricken  eyes  darting  around  the  noise .  

           laurie  had  insisted  she  come  to  see  the  real  culture  of  france .  the  bohemians ,   the  creativity ,  the  unpredictability .  it  was ,  in  a  way ,  exciting ,  although  amy  supposed  that  if  she  were  a  child ,  she’d  be  hopping  about  amongst  the  fray .  the  pit  of  her  stomach  yearned  to  be  there  again ,  in  that  body ,  seven  years  ago .  it  was  a  flood  of  unexpected  regret  that  moved  amy  to  reach  behind  her  and  grip  the  edge  of  the  bar .  she  never  did  get  to  go  to  any  parties . 

     it  had  been  ten  minutes  since  laurie  had  left .   amy  didn’t  know  why  she  was  there .  maybe  it  was  nice  to  watch  the  dancing ,  that  was  it .  maybe  she  just  wanted  to  escape  aunt  march .   maybe  she  wanted  to  escape  f - 

@movesplanned​ asked: “people lie all the time.” from guillermo :^)

five word prompts II accepting II