The Green Commotion

Glinda smiles at Elphaba as she bends down. She bends over and kisses the tip of Elphaba’s nose.

“See? More personable, less scary.”

At the mention of Fiyero’s death, Glinda lowers her gaze.

“I suppose. You’ve always been better at this, my Sweet.”

Elphaba offers her a soft smile, pressing a light kiss to Glinda’s lips, before her smile falls. She looks away, unable to meet the blonde’s eyes, as she continues.

Galinda stops her hand mid-air, and it lingers there for a while. She doesn’t look back at the all-too-familiar voice of her roommate (ex-roommate?) behind her. In some ways, it’s comforting to hear a familiar voice amidst all this chaos, but just because most of her other, non-green peers aren’t talking to her doesn’t mean she wants to be associated with Elphaba.

‘Aren’t talking to her’ is a… Unique way to put it. She’s been hiding in her and Elphaba’s room ever since a man from her biology class chased her across the campus growling and tried to force his way into room 22. She finally came out a few days after the bumping stopped only to find herself seemingly alone on campus with a puddle of blood outside her door.

“I know she’s trapped. That’s why I’m going to untrap her.”

The trapped woman looks almost entirely normal, except for her black, bloody eyes and the fact that she’s snapping her jaw inches away from Galinda’s hand. She was trapped underneath a fallen tree branch, and she was still wearing her uniform from school.

Rolling her eyes, Elphaba couldn’t help but sigh in disbelief at her blonde ex-roommate’s reaction. Doesn’t she have more common sense? Their world has become survival of the fittest, and it would be stupid of her to try and save a woman who appears aggressive and infected.

“She very well could have been infected already. You should watch out for yourself before trying to take care of others.”

Glinda has given speeches to all of Oz (at least, the citizens of the Emerald City). The rest of Oz--minus the Resistance and most of Quadling County--often found other ways to find what Their Goodliness said. She likes when people write her speeches for her, but she likes it when she’s not talking about how awfulified The Wicked Witch of the West is.

Elphaba sighs as she practices, lowering herself so that she’s at eye level with Glinda, who’s sitting on the sofa.

“He already made it very clear that he hated me. You heard him. He thinks it’s my fault that Fiyero... that Fiyero died.”

Glinda smiles and kisses Elphaba’s cheek again. She does try her best to hop alongside Elphaba, but mostly she just enjoys Elphaba’s support.

Elphaba chuckles at Glinda’s reaction to her compliment. It wasn’t her intention to compliment her way out of their conversation. They finally make it down the hall and to the study, where she helps her girlfriend to a sofa in the corner.

Glinda smiles gently and nods. It’s progress, at least, and she finds her heart soar with pride for how much Elphaba is willing to try and grow for her. She extends her arms so Elphaba can help pull her up.

“A good match for someone as lady-like as you?”

if a younger nessarose was called dreamy, then the eminence was pensive. she drifted in and out, over and over. occasionally, an ear tilted towards elphaba and the witch was heard. otherwise, there was too much going on within; nessa’s mind was much too cluttered, perhaps, for when she spoke her words were lazed and faraway, ` agree to disagree, dear. `

          eyes roamed around, then. the bend of disappearing land, the flowers in her garden, anything green. and she did so with that cloud inside her head and an ellipse of light outside —— in the sunset’s light, she appeared as a messenger of god! alas, she surpassed the rank of angel and fallen somewhere between goddess and devil — and she intended to play the part.

Elphaba couldn’t help but roll her eyes at the thought of the foolish masses that seemed to gobble up every lie coming out of the Wizard’s mouth. She prayed to no deity in particular that Nessa also shared her sentiments about the Animal Banns.

"It’s a good thing we ran into each other, huh, Lee?”

Send me a symbol…

Larry offered a quick grin in return. Like his old friend Edgeworth, winning a rare smile from Elphaba was a treasured moment in Larry’s book, and he promised that he’d remember that smile for ages to come. Tightening his squeeze on her hand, Larry closed his eyes and felt himself hurtle through space and time. As long as Elphaba was by his side, he shouldn’t have anything to fear!

(I hope you’re happy, Elphaba…I hope this is what you wanted.)

Once they’ve landed, Larry opened his eyes and took in the snowy L.A. streets. Safe and sound, thanks to the witch’s magic!

Larry chuckled, knowing full well that Elphaba probably wouldn’t understand the reference. He’d have to play her a few soundtracks sometime: maybe after Christmas dinner, he and Fiyero and Elphaba could have a jam session together.

Hey, that’s what friends are for, right? You got to see Glinda, get out for the night, dance a little…good times.

As Larry had no doubt expected, Elphaba didn’t catch his musical theater reference. She shook her head, and with a slight smile on her face, returned to the Grimmerie.

“Let’s get out of here before the guards catch up.”

Glinda cuts herself off when she realizes that saying that Elphaba is Frexspar might be more than a little bit insensitive.

Her eyes softened as she stared at Glinda and her beautiful features. They had such different childhoods that it was difficult to relate sometimes, but she does appreciate the blonde’s help and advice. After all, Elphaba knew less about happy households than Glinda did.

There was barely enough time to react before the pair darted off into the skies. Larry kept his mouth closed firmly shut this time so that he wouldn’t get airsick all over Elphaba’s beautiful ball gown; enchanted or no, no girl needed to be covered with “leftovers!” It seemed to Larry that once they reached the outskirts of town, they could get off the damn broom and head home. However, it was a few more minutes of skimming over the pointed rooftops before finally coming to a stop on the cobblestone path. Larry was only too thankful to come into contact with solid ground again.

Oh yeah, I’m ready. Are you?

Shakily, Larry put a hand on her shoulder and gave Elphaba a small smile.

“Yeah... I’m ready. Happy Lurlinemas, Larry.”

She set the Grimmerie onto a stone ledge and began to flip through the pages, searching for that teleportation incantation. After a moment, the green woman looked up from the book and, resting her finger on the page to keep her place, turned to her friend.

“I don’t think I’ve said this before, but... thank you for helping me.”

“Here, Lee.”

His eyes squeezed tightly shut: so tight that he could see flashes and flares of strange colors in the blackness of the absence of vision. The noise of the crowd crescendo-ed into a frenzy of cries, crashes, and cacophony at the sudden appearance of the Wicked Witch. Larry held onto Elphaba’s slender waist and hoped that she wouldn’t execute any crazy aerial maneuvers while he was a passenger!

Uh…

Now would be the time to open his eyes. Larry quickly scanned the palace behind him; while people flooded the streets to catch a glimpse, no one could possibly catch up to them.

“Good. We have to get the Grimmerie, quick!”

With that, Elphaba tilted the broomstick downward, flying a bit lower and making their way out to the city outskirts. She took a quick glance behind her--Larry was right--try as they might, there was no way the Gale Force were going to catch them! After several more minutes of flying, she landed by the abandoned building at which they had started their journey today and pulled the black text out of the hiding spot.

“Are you ready to go?”

Larry ducked quickly, barely avoiding a polearm poised to slice off his head; no, he would like to keep that attached to his shoulders, thanks! Just like out of a movie, Elphaba’s broom knocked the soldiers away like a bowling ball making a strike; if they weren’t in so much danger, Larry would have laughed until his sides ached! But for now, all his attention is focused on hopping on that magical broomstick. 

Coming!

“Hold on tight, Larry...!”

The Wicked Witch weaved in and out, expertly maneuvering through and around the startled Ozian crowd. Around her, the citizens started screaming and shouting that the Witch had returned. Luck was on their side--she saw that the front gates were still open! Elphaba didn’t waste any time escaping from the Palace and taking the two higher into the sky.