&. kaiiseriin​

                _{‘ SISI, you know I make it a POINT not to involve myself in your political affairs, but if you are not ready to do this ————————— ‘}               

              _{she’s beating around the bush, if only a little. it’s obvious, and she knows it, but somehow her care is slipping. it could be for fear of LOSING elisabeth to her status, or for true fear that it was not what sisi really wanted, rather that it was being FORCED upon her, as power seemed to be. & power, to elphaba, was deadly, intoxicating. and she was afraid for herself of losing what she now had. but she was also ashamed to let it show.}

             _{‘ I SIMPLY  wish to make sure you do not REGRET it. ‘}

 kaiiseriin:

             ❝ but I’m not going THAT fast! ❞

             she complains, but she slows down nonetheless. she is far used to her siblings being able to catch up with her, that she forgets herself. in any case, she turns towards ella & squeezes her hand. she winks before she returns her attention towards the woods before them, guiding her friend. 

             ❝ you know, you should call me sisi from now on. ❞ she pauses by the small stream & grins at ella. ❝ even my mama does not call me elisabeth anymore. unless I’m in trouble, OF COURSE. ❞

       _{SHE’S NEVER  had any sort of nicknames before, whether they were for her or another. at first it’s a level of assumed INTIMACY that is foreign and invasive to her, but it’s also representative of a ( trust ) she had earned, something she do CRAVED. her glace moves up, a mere hint of a grin on her lips.}

               _{‘ SISI,then. ‘}

        _{SHE PUSHES  through the brambles, laughing at the excitement in elisabeth’s eyes, how far it was from her own expressions now. but truth be told, she had never had such LIGHT. she hadn’t been born for it. still, she could not mask her enjoyment of the ( freedom ) they had without the sharp tongue of her father, every little bit of CHILDHOOD she could save seemed beautiful, and yet, sad.} 

              _{‘ AND HOW  often would you say THAT is? I’m at least ninety percent positive there was an incident involving cookies. don’t think I don’t see through you!. ‘}

kaiiseriin:

          ❝ it shall, I PROMISE! ❞

           it might seem silly to others, but elisabeth cannot help her excitement that elphaba — well, ELLA now — agreed to the nickname. it means that ella was opening up to her, even just a little bit. & it meant that a bond between them has solidified. friendship is something no one should ever go without. 

           ❝ come, let us hurry! the need for adventure GNAWS at my bones. ❞ & before she can stop herself, she offers ella her hand. 

      _{SHE FLINCHES  instinctively at the sudden grasp, but she forces her hand to remain in place. there’s a sudden WARMTH, accompanied but unhelpable hesitation, but she too longs for ( more ), and she feels near wanted for the first time. so crucify her for enjoying it.}

                                                                                                         _{‘ IT  better! ‘}

       _{HER TONE  is light, playful. arm swinging in elisabeth’s as she’s near yanked towards the woods, a basket of fruit & cheese in hand. she can’t help but SMILE, a feeling so odd to her, almost feeling ( silly ) upon her skin, but she feels lighter, her own legs moving more and more childishly as they go, feet catching in brambles and roots.}

                                                      _{‘ ELISABETH ——- please, slow down! ‘}

kaiiseriin:

               ❝ you ALWAYS have to be prepared. ❞ 

               she turns towards her companion with a large grin on her face. she would offer her hand ( a habit from when she was with her younger sisters ), but she resists the urge. what? she cannot help but feel SISTERLY towards elphaba. instead, she skips towards the kitchen & packs for their adventure. 

               ❝ okay, I’m ready! oh ella I’m so EXCITED I —————— oh forgive me, is it alright if I call you ella? I always give nicknames to my friends, but if you are not COMFORTABLE with it, I shall refrain. ❞

        _{‘ YES  ———I suppose so. quite insightful for your age. ‘}

    _{SHE SPOKE   as though she were much older than elisabeth, though in truth they were just a year apart. still, her sense of MATURITY in excess gave her a much larger age gap in feeling. the girl’s excitement was trivial to her, she was so unused to anyone taking too much interest when she was involved. even such pleasantries of speech were rare for her, her tongue was ( unused ) to the amount of words pouring from her lips. even more so, she was stunned by the nickname, so foreign, almost TENDER in use. normally she’d shrug it off from ( discomfort ), but she bit her tongue. she seemed so pleased with herself, she could stand one little nickname, if it stayed between THEM. she almost smiled at the girl, thumb tracing the inside of her palm.}

                                              _{‘ I SUPPOSE  it’s fine, so long as it stays between us. ‘}

kaiiseriin:

            she nods & makes her way towards her shoes. as always, she prefers to be barefoot for she loves the feel of the grass and soil between her toes. however, it is a far cooler & wetter day than usual, so she must wear them. no doubt her mother will be annoyed once again that sisi ruined another pair of shoes, but at least she wore them. a pout appears on her face for a brief moment before she slips her feet into her boots & grabs a shawl to keep warm. 

            ❝ we should go down the the kitchens first to grab some food & be——— I mean water. ❞

      _{SHE SAYS  nothing of the girl’s bare feet. she hadn’t had shows as a young child, and she still EXISTED, however pitifully. there is certainly a stroke of ( rebelliousness ) in the girl, but not comparable to her own reckless streak. it was more wild, and perhaps, childish. and maybe it was GOOD for her, to be a child, however she may have wished not to be.}

   _{‘ YES, I SUPPOSE  so. I know my way well, but it’s always good to prepare. let’s just be hasty about it, please. ‘}

withfluff:

( schrrecken​. )

❛ i live in a rather small world, to put it
simply. meaning: i can’t reach things that
are very high up. do you think that maybe
you could um– reach that shelf? ❜

        _{SHE LAUGHS  a bit as she reaches for the jar. she certainly wasn’t overly tall, but for her area, she was quite higher than most. at least, she figured, he hadn’t mentioned her complexion. a bit of a change of scenery.}

         _{‘ —————-  HERE YOU  are. you must be new in the area. it’s not very often people want anything to do with this old village. I certainly wouldn’t. ‘}

enj-ol-ras:

can we talk about how much of a little shit baby Elphaba was in the book??

kaiiseriin:

            she nods. a dark cloud hovers above her heart. the thought of these lush lands around them being ruined by man disturbs the princess. what is man without nature? where would man be without it? god did not place them on this earth so that they might destroy it. man must live one with nature if it has any hope of survival for in the end, they are nothing without the flowers & the trees. they are nothing without the mountains, the streams, or the oceans. 

            ❝ nature shall prevail. man is nothing without it. to destroy what brings us all life is silly. perhaps, that is why mama & papa did not mind so much that I spent hours on end in the woods. how else will anyone appreciate nature without stepping foot in the woods & breathing in the clean air? ❞

      SHE IS quiet, as was so  frequent  for her.  it was one of the many things her
        mother  had so  LOATHED  about  her.     all  the hassle of bearing a child  that
        wouldn’t even keep her entertained. for elphaba, though, this girl was far more
        interesting than her mother, but her lips knew not the normalcy of speech, and
        her thoughts were far too ( d a r k ) to give voice to,  she was certain the other
        would leave her,      and she,     in  that  moment,    did   not wish to be   alone. 

           ‘ WELL, WE might as well start walking now, before dark approaches. ‘

vayena:

my aesthetic is the kid on the playground who tells all the other kids that ring around the rosie is about the black plague