‘I SHOULDsay the SAME, but I won’t. you may have father’s power, and his adoration, and conventionally beautiful, white skin. but you’ve grown into your ugliness, nessarose. you & I both know what they say of you, do not act high & mighty to me. I’ve seen through you all my life, that is perhaps the ( one ) thing that has NEVER changed. ‘
no. no, no NO. this wasn’t right. she had always helped him, ALWAYS, and now when he needed it most of al she was abandoning him. IT WASN’T RIGHT. his hands raise up to hold his head and he took a few steps back. she wanted him to leave, but he couldn’t leave he needed her help. if she wouldn’t help him, no one would.
❛ PLEASE, elphaba. please don’t make me go. ❜
‘ DO YOUnot get it? I can’t help you anymore, moritz. I’m a FUGITIVE. I’m no good for you now. all I can succeed in doing is getting arrested by the gale force for knowingly meeting with me. I can’t even help MYSELF anymore, okay. you can fix yourself now. you’re of more use than I. ‘
PERHAPS BEFOREher heart would’ve ached to send him away so harshly, but now it is nearly ( nothing ). her mind is an impasse of such COLDNESS of the city, of a reality so much grittier than even she coud’ve foreseen. moritz had a future which did not consist of running, and of FIGHTING. she could never stop fighting. she was already so tried. she needed no more ache upon her shoulders. she looked out for herself, and herself ( alone ) now. her schooldays were long gone.
‘ MORITZ —– YOU don’t understand. things have CHANGED. ‘
HER HEADturns swiftly with obvious, hesitant fear. of course, since her leaving she had not heard of moritz’s expulsion from shiz. a part of her bit back a ( guilt ) which said it may well have been for his known connections to her. but she shook the thought quickly, any more weight may have DROWNED her just then. she knew he had come for her help, but what could SHE do? she could barely save herself.
her throat was dry, of course, she hadn’t expected a less-than-desired run in with the beautiful, white brother her parents had longed for. she was here for MORRIBLE, that was the present, shell was the ( p a s t ).
‘ WHY DON’T you go back to fucking your prison girls, and forget I ever existed. ‘
The strange-looking human molly had claws longer than his. They would feel indescribably good on his back, he just knew it.
Pet me, human woman, I wish to feel affection. Your fingers seem more than fit for the job.
“Mew?”
HER EYES fall to the cat, a bit worse for the wear so it seemed, but no less worthy to her. elphaba had been ALONE for so long now the company of others was odd and foreign. but animal and Animal alike, they were soothing to her.
she wraps her fingers under the animal gently, lifting him to her own eye level. his scruff, the DIRT which was caked to him lit her veins. ( c r u e l t y ) she knew well, but what had an INNOCENT cat done to merit it?
It was times like this where Glinda missed her days at Shiz. For she missed the simplicity of it, the natural essence that once managed to fill her with joy. It eased her, far before Ama Clutch’s departure as well as Doctor Dillamond’s. The simple times where Elphaba and her shared a room, as well as a bed when it was CALLED for. When a sky storm struck, or when it was simply too cold to grown warm in her own bed sheets. Life didn’t coax simplicity, it was full throttle, it was head on and almost always took one by surprise.
It wasn’t that she didn’t love HER HUSBAND, because she did. Terribly so, there were times where she questioned what she would do soon after he would pass. Who would she have tea and nip on scones with while speaking pleasant obvious observations? But, all of it was unlike anything Glinda desired, as of now. All her life she was pictured with this wonderful glistening ideal of what her life was to be. How her family name, on one side, held her. What her family expected of her and how they were so pleased.
She, however, was not.
Glinda was DOOMING herself. She had it all, absolutely everything a girl, A WOMAN could ever want. A doting husband of high staturePOWER, a life where those around her adore her. She didn’t have children simply because Chuffrey was incapable. Otherwise, by now, she might have had a few.
Perhaps one or two.
But she was DOOMING herself. Setting after a woman, a wicked woman who was definitely not her Elphie. She thought that just up until this moment, where Elphaba spoke a little bit too much and dug a little too deep for the verdant’s liking. That was her Elphie, her aggravated little mean old thing. The one who spoke too sadly, who doomed herself by words alone.
“You’ve always told me when to go.” The blonde started, pink lips pursing out of sheer frustration.
“I wish to stay.”
She wasn’t going to mention to Elphaba not to bring up her husband, for that would only cause more conflict that Glinda did not wish for. Out of desperation, the blonde leaned closer, moving her hand to touch along Elphaba’s hair. It was unkept, something the sorceress had noticed since she left her. It was once smooth, sleek and the color of stringed coffee.
Now it was tattered, but it was nothing a hairbrush couldn’t fix.
SHE IS shocked, initially, at the blonde’s stubbornness, so usually submissive to with witch’s will. but she could sense an ANGER which had grown. and then there’s her hands, her small, uncalloused hands in elphaba’s matted locks. and had she not the need for WALLS, she may have purred from the softness of contact. but she was iron-clad now, she had to be. it was something glinda could never comprehend. if she lost her sharp edges, she lost her life.
she took the blonde by the wrists SWIFTLY, yanking her forward until she toppled heavily on top of her own body. if she wanted to stay, she would play by elphaba’s rules. she sunk her teeth in the blonde’s shoulder –––– deeply, enough to make her yell a bit. she was ANGRY, and the girl couls still frustrate her so, make her conflicts unbury themselves from where she wished for them to lie DEAD. she payed for that now.
‘ YOU WISH to stay? fine. ‘
INSIDEher stomach churned, because hidden behind iron gates she DID wish to allow the blonde to touch her, as she once had, softly. whether or not she meant to the hurt her, however, was IRRELEVANT. she would. and as long as glinda kept returning to the tattered building, she would continue to receive her punishment. and that was her choice, her choice to meddle with the WITCH.
her nails dragged down the length of glinda’s exposed back, shoving her down into the sheets. her hands roamed as she chose, SHE was in control. she had to be, and if this was how, if this was the one thing she could control, she would. she refused to meet ginda’s eyes, only dig her nails into her shoulders, pinch the skin of her breast, and FORGET, as much as she could.
There were so many times where she would have things to say. To the professors at Shiz, all the way to her mother and father. All of her beloved friends, family that she had inherited through marriage. The blonde always had something to say. Even on her wedding day, she was a bumbling mess. No doubt talking to ease her own worries, her own fears, but all of those tactics were docile.
This, HOWEVER, was not in the slightest. This was Elphaba Thropp, now known as a rising witch in the making, ready to rebel in any moment notice. This was her best friend, back and Shiz and now. As she cruelly talked to her, scorched her with uncaring words. Even the times where they would be joined in what Glinda once believed was PASSION and Elphaba’s hand would slip around her neck. How tight she would squeeze, how her fingernails would dig and overwhelm her all while they spent each other ruthlessly.
The sheet that had covered Glinda from her collarbones down drooped a little, revealing a bit more than she would have wanted, especially after how they were talking to each other. What did Glinda want from her? It wasn’t a matter of wanting, it was a matter of NEEDING. It wasn’t codependency, since they could both take care of themselves, but it was something much more greater. More coarse and BOLD.
”You have everything to lose.” Nearly, her voice CRACKED.
What kind of question was that? There were so many things that Glinda felt for Elphaba, so many things that were indescribable. Things that her mother and father would be mortified for if they found that she laid with a woman. They would near drop in their graves if she mentioned it now, and that it was HER.
There were no words of explanation that she could project. Once again, just as before, she was speechless. Speechless yet there were so many thoughts rushing through her head all at once. If she welled on it, no doubt she would end up passed out on this horrid bed. Glinda wanted Elphaba, not as a possession, not as anything other than what the Witch was willing to present her with.
WhenELPHABA WITHDREW, Glinda leaned forward. Her palm moving to press against a knee that lay hidden by a black skirt. The curls that laid every which way were now coated down the back of her neck, no longer scrunched by the straw. It felt so queer, being able to take control and lean in toward the Witch. And, while it wasn’t her role in their ‘ RELATIONSHIP ’, it was well needed. Slowly, not wanting to push away Elphaba any more than she had, if this was even considered pushing her away, Glinda leaned in and captured the emerald lips that lay taunt before her.
THE WITCH SAID nothing for awhile, eyes tracing the curves of the blonde’s body and then returning to the dusty ground once more. it ANGERED her in the oddest of ways how the woman dared to disagree with her ;; to even SUGGEST that she had anything to lose. what did she possibly have left that hadn’t already been ripped from her? nothing. she had nothing. there was nothing to see in her but holes and debris. if she were to hang, it’d be a CELEBRATION. but lady glinda had prospects, for she was beautiful, she held fair skin, light hair, and a wealthy family name. the witch wasn’t worth the FILTH on the sorceress’s shoes.
and it was the pain in glinda’s voice that further aggravated her, how she had somehow married herself to a relationship that was, for her, nothing but domination and lying beneath the slimmed body of some terrorist of oz –––––––––––––––––– how could she be so ENTWINED in such a relationship, in someone who should’ve meant NOTHING to her anymore.
IT WASin the middle of her jumbled thoughts that she registered the feeling of glinda’s own warm lips over hers, and she stopped thinking for a fraction of a second, breathing through her nose and lifting her hands delicately to feel the exposed torso of the blonde’s body, remembering every soft edge and ticklish breath over her skin what seemed a lifetime ago. with her closed, it was almost the very same night, fingers locked, chest heaving, hair tangled. but her thoughtlessness was short lived, she pulled away again, turning to wipe her mouth on the back of her hand quietly. she couldn’t let herself be so WEAK just then. she was firmer than that.
‘ NO, NOTnow, lady glinda. you’d best be OFF or your husband will wonder where you’ve been. ‘
The blonde KNEW she should have been much more used to Elphaba and her sadistic slurs, but she wasn’t. Especially now after being spent and heaved in that very bed with her. Glinda no doubt expected too much, for she was naive and
RIDICULOUS and thought RIDICULOUS THINGS.
But, surely she wasn’t alone on the delightful feeling that filled her ribs when she was around the woman, right? Elphaba had to feel something too.
Even the slightest of things.
Her chin raised, avoiding the touch that could easily make her unravel at the flick of the Witch’s finger. She avoided the power that Elphaba had over her, how when she was at the corn exchange that Glinda was AT HER MERCY.
That wouldn’t be the case. NOT now.
“ “——–I don’t believe I would be alone.”
Her voice was velvet soft as she extended her neck and turning her lips away from the other’s P U R P O S E L Y.
‘ YOU MAY not hang alone, but you’d be the only one with something to lose. ‘
SHE WITHDREWquickly, having said perhaps more than she had wished to. in the pit of her stomach lay a deep ANGER towards the blonde in a way she could not name. it was not simple hatred, not in the way of those she outright couldn’t stand, those who pulled at every loose fiber she had, but more in the way that she seemed to know EXACTLY how to unravel elphaba’s strongly woven walls when she so chose to.
and how had it come to this? a shared room in youth. a train ride. fingers with twisted in locks of honey blonde hair, hands which roamed under the silk embroidery of a schoolgirl uniform, the steady bumping of train wheels against the track doing the work for them, pressing their bodies together in a mingling of warm breath and soft skin, pink lips which barely grazed her calloused skin, making her stomach hollow. how SOFT the smaller girl was, how BRAVEto endure a journey beside someone like elphaba, and why? it’d been years and she still couldn’t understand. how young they were, mere virgins when they had met. it had been every innocent sin one could read about, hushed moans and silken hair across exposed skin. it was the only innocent pleasure she had ever truly known.
BUT YOUTHhad long left them both, and ‘ f a t e ‘ had so ordered each woman’s paths to never converge, and yet they had tested the gods that neither seemed to anymore believe in. it was a risk that endangered EVERYTHING, and could she truly say it was just for the physical? just for the control of another? and did she really want to know?
‘ WHAT DOyou want from me, glinda? you have everything you ever wanted. what of ME? ‘
It was a rarity that Glinda everVOICED herself. Even though she was the SUBMISSIVE one out of the two, it was rare she argued with the Witch. She feared one outburst might send her i n t o another flee and this time she wouldn’t be able to sneak away to see her. That she, HER Elphie, would be gone F O R G O O D.
“Must you always be so COLD and CRUEL?” The blonde huffed and folded her arms, turning her chin elsewhere. “It was a mere OBSERVATION, nothing more.”
Their conversations often went like this. That is, if Glinda had even managed to muster up enough confidence to speak after their affairs. Half the time, Glinda couldn’t even look at Elphaba. T o o ASHAMED of her acts of passion to acknowledge them to be REAL.
To look them straight in the eyes. Even after what they’ve just done.
SHE ELECTED to ignore the first question, knowing whether or not the blonde had meant it to be rhetorical, they both knew it would remain as such. elphaba held the POWER in their ‘ relationship ‘, if mere glances that shied away from the past and furtive FUCKING in an abandoned corn exchange could be considered a relationship. it was clear to them both where that power lay, and elphaba wouldn’t have allowed it any other way. and with glinda, such control was so EASY. except, of course, at times like this, when she allowed thought to slip between her pursed lips.
‘ I AMneither naive nor fooled by your tone, my pretty thing. it’s clear you WANT something out of your drones of intimacy, those of which you will have to get from your tired husband, unless of course you CONFESS to our activities and enjoy the thought of HANGING from a post in the city square. ‘
she moves to the bed where the blonde, wrapped in a tissue-thin sheet, still lays, lifting her cream-pale chin with a single, outstretched finger, their faces close enough to feel the heat of one another’s breath, eyes locked into the blue ones before her, a HARSH sort of grin on her lips.
‘ unless, of course, that idea EXCITES you. you do have the perfectly unscathed neck. ‘
A SINGLE,long finger drags slowly up the center of the blonde woman’s neck, skin smooth and thin allowing her to feel the singular bones of her throat below the skin.
Glinda may have been naive, but she certainly wasn’t stupid. Their affair, hidden in the shadows of the Corn Exchange was definitely not what she had retreated for. There was something, a dull flame that seemed to leave Glinda coming back for more. But, apart from all of that, she came back for her friend. To make sure that her friend was well, that she was alive and that everything was well.
Or at least somewhat well.
Oz was starting to notice Elphaba, how she was becoming a witch on the rise and despite what they all cast out, Glinda could tell just by the way they comforted each other. By comforting each other, Glinda meant sex. It was easier to call it that, seeing how she was a married woman and so many other high positioned titles that no doubt would be threatened if it was found out that she was laying with the Wicked Witch.
“You never look at me.” The blonde mentioned, leaning back on one of the bushels, watching Elphaba from the bed. “During our times, together.” Glinda wasn’t a prude, but she wasn’t about to be blunt with it. Elphaba never once looked at her, or kissed her while they made love. If that’s what it could be called, even. It was sex, pure adulterated sex. There were times where Glinda would be too side tracked to even notice how concentrated Elphaba was, and since she was so concentrated, Glinda was distracted.
They never made love, not once.
AT FIRST, no sound came from her but a curt scoff, but inside her stomach CHURNED at the implication, that the handful of encounters had led the woman to believe there was more to it than the physical. she had worried of it, at first, but her own WEAKNESS, that which she could not admit, allowed the blonde to continue her visitations. between everything she was and wasn’t, elphaba couldn’t truly say she had no desires in the dark of night. and glinda was so malleable, so EASY to control. that’s what made her so ideal. beyond that, she asserted to herself, there was nothing else. no kisses, no sweet nothings. any part of her that wanted such things was left far behind.
‘ I DON’T RECALL asking your opinion nor you COMPLAINING ever, unless I very much mistake such noises. you are free to return to chuffrey at any time you please. you aren’t a hostage –––––– as of now.‘
