#dancedthrough

[ephemaera]

@dancedthrough sent : 🌸 to offer glinda a flower.

nothing, absolutely nothing has been going the way it should. they were supposed to be together, the three of them. she and elphie were supposed to build lives for themselves in the emerald city, side by side. she was supposed to have her best friend and her husband by her side, they were supposed to...

well, they were supposed to be a family, weren't they? wasn't that what glinda had planned for them?

and now she's in an office she knows she would never have if elphaba hadn't been shunned for trying to do the right thing the wrong way, writing a speech she would never be in a position to give if not for the fact that she had turned her back on her dearest friend. and she wants to desperately to turn to fiyero, but... she feels so sure that he hasn't forgiven her. that maybe he never will.

glinda wonders, often, if she'll ever be able to forgive herself. there are times when she feels so utterly, completely certain that this was the only way. and there are other times where... well.

something feels damp beneath her hand and she looks down to see that she's dripped a small pool of ink on the page, lost in her reverie. with a frustrated sigh, she scrapes the heel of her hand across the paper, a black smear going with it. the door creaks behind her and her head shoots up, determined not to be caught in a moment of weakness. gentle smile is plastered onto her features as she turns to greet her visitor. 'i seem to have–' but she stops short when she sees him. '...fiyero.' eyes flutter almost shyly as she ducks her head. 'i...' there's a peony in his hand, the kind she'd always liked best when there had still been time to think about things like flowers. 'is that...' her voice comes out hoarse, vulnerable. she can't help it when it comes to him. 'did you bring that for me?'

[rubyslipperes]

how may i be of service? @dancedthrough

DOROTHY PEERED AT THE SCARECROW. she couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed by the whole ordeal. why, one moment she had been in her home and now she was somewhere else entirely. her shoes glittering against the uneven brick of the road. dorothy wasn't sure how long the journey would be but she felt quite unprepared for it. she had been alarmed by the talking scarecow at first but found herself drawing closer. it seemed that this land was strange and wondrous, she only hoped to better understand it. "do you think you could direct me to the emerald city?"

the fork in the road led to some question of which way she ought to go. up until now it had been fairly straightforward on which route to take. "i'm going to ask the wizard if he might send me back home to kansas." she explained. there is a small comfort in the way the wind blew through the corn stalks. if she were to close her eyes for a moment it sounded almost like home. "except i don't know if i'm meant to go right or left."

[dancedespite]

@dancedthrough asked: 'you once said that your favorite flower was a poppy. may i ask why?'

the softest lift of her brow– he remembered. elphaba is deeply touched. and he's asked the question so casually, like he has no idea how significant this is to her. people don't remember things about her beyond how she looks– or really anything beyond the color green. maybe this just what friendship is like, sharing the little things you notice, not having to hoard them close like secrets. not having to admire from afar but to admit it quietly... unselfconsciously. isn't that a funny notion.

whatever surprise dawns over her expression, she wipes quickly away. a smile settles onto her features, softening when she thinks back to those moments spent at dulcibear's side. 'we used to cut them in the garden. for my mother.' a moment where she allows their eyes to meet before casting down again. 'dulcibear was my nanny– our nanny, but... it was only me at the time, before...' but maybe that's a little too painful for today. 'so i guess they became my favorite, too.'

[ruler-of-oz]

@dancedthrough sent: ❛ I feel really optimistic about this. ❜

"Just like you did the last school? Cause we all know how that turned out..." From her perch at the front of the boat, Ozma turned to look at her father. She really didn't see how Shiz was going to be any different from her previous school.

A school she was expelled from after accidentally setting fire to the dorms with her magic.

"I really just think it's best we give up on this whole school thing altogether, don't you?"

[lamourt]

@dancedthrough sent : [ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

lestat is utterly delighted when fiyero reaches to adjust his tie– can barely contain the pleased smirk that graces his features as deft hands straighten it out. 'such a gentleman,' he purrs, 'how did i get so lucky?' he reaches to tug the other man in by his lapels, just a little closer, making an excuse by smoothing them out. 'there. now you're ready.'

[defygrav1ty]

🌷 -> i didn’t particularly care for them, anyway, said fiyero (@dancedthrough).

the corners of galinda's rosy pink lips twitched in beaming anticipation, the flashing image of their spring wedding amidst a garden of cherry blossoms invading her like growing ivy. soon, their inevitable happy ending would hit him like a ton of magical bricks, too.

toss, toss ― don't stutter now, galinda!

❝ i guess that means i'm now the lucky object of your undivided love and affection? ❞ eyelashes fluttered right on cue, her chiffon sleeve falling to reveal the porcelain skin of her shoulder. ❝ if so, my goodliness, should we celebrate! ❞

[encntada]

@dancedthrough asked ; " what is this feeling , so sudden , and new ? "

" i  believe  the  affliction  from  which  you  are  suffering  is  caring  about  something… "  the  pause  she  takes  is  meaningful  and  the  look  she  gives  him  is  pointed.  " or  someone  other  than  yourself. "  the  diagnosis  is  delivered  with  as  much  seriousness  as  a  trained  physician.  " do  you  need  to  lie  down ? "  fiorella's  hand  comes  down  onto  his  forehead  as  if  to  check  for  a  fever.  her  own  laughter  only  lasts  a  few  moments  before  blue  eyes  land  on  him  sincerely.  " you're  thinking… "  she  says  to  him.  no  judgement,  no  teasing.  just  an  honest  observation.  " is  it  about  doctor  dillamond ? "  is  it  about  elphaba?  she  nearly  asks.  the  day  had  leant  itself  to  far  more  intensity  than  either  of  them  could've  anticipated  that  morning  ——their  professor  detained,  a  new  one  brought  in,  an  unexpected  sleep  that  somehow  hadn't  effected  him.  " we  can——  do  you  want  to  talk  about  it ? "

[wr1tten]

there  was  no  knowing  how  long  she  had  been  exiled      —      time  all  seemed  to  bleed  together  when  running  for  ones life.      never  more  than  a  few  days  in  one  spot,    and  if  she  was  feeling  LONELY,    visiting  the  animals  that  were  sheltered  just  outside  of  munchkinland.      most  of  which  were  unable  to  speak;      but  they  still  were  much  better  company  than  the  munchkins  ever  were  anyway.      elphaba  couldn’t  stick  around          ( you  had  to  prioritize  their  safety,    and  you  being  there  put  them  in  danger ).      so  a  trek  through  the  forest  was  where  she  ended  up.      the  broom  would  be  quicker      …      but  with  it  comes  the  attention.      the  sound  of  rushing  wind  through  the  trees  was  soothing,    the  nature  surrounding  her  unconcerned  with  her  wickedness.  

the  peace  was  short  lived.      a  branch  snapping  in  the  distance,    a  glimmer  of  that  green  uniform.      the  wizard’s  guard.          ( but  you  had  been  so  careful! )      her  throat  was  closing,    the  pounding  in  her  chest  painful.      it  wasn’t  her  capture  she  feared      —      it  was  the  animals.      they  couldn’t  be  discovered  because  of  her.      elphaba  moved  behind  the  vines,    rushing  between  thick  trunks  to  shield  her.      the  anxiety  quickly  shifted to  her  brows  furrowing  in  confusion.      utterances  under  hushed  breath  were  unmistakable.

@dancedthrough asked : ❝ is there no end to this accursed forest? ❞

❝ fiyero? ❞          long  fingers  moved  the  shrubbery  away  as  she  slipped  from  the  shadows.      her  immediate  reaction  was  to  run  and  embrace  him      —      but  she  held  herself  back.       ❝ what  are  you  doing  here?      you  shouldn’t  be  here! ❞          she  scolded  in  a  hushed  voice.      gaze  flicked  around  frantically,    making  sure  there  were  no  interlopers.      he  couldn’t  be  seen  anywhere  near  her.      if  he  were  and  didn’t  turn  her  in      ….      there  was  no  telling  what  would  be  done  to  him.          ❝ unless  you  are  here  to  detain  me  or  throw  me  onto  a  stake,    you  must  leave! ❞          elphaba  couldn’t  allow  herself  to  hope.      couldn’t  allow  herself  to  be  near  anyone  she  cared  about.      every  second  they  stood  in  the  forest  together  put  him  more  at  risk,          ❝ thoughtless! ❞          she  stalked  over  him,    standing  directly  in  front  of  fiyero,    and  she  felt  her  defenses  drop.      he  was  so  close.      was  he  there  for  her?      or  simply  wandered  too  far  when  on  a  hunt?          ❝ please.      go  back  to  oz.      pretend  as  though  you  never  saw  me  in  these  woods. ❞

[greenelight]

he   was   totally   &   completely   wrong   about   him.   gods   ,   mason   has   never   been   one   to   admit   when   he's   wrong so easily   ,   but   when   it   comes   to   fiyero's   character   ,   he   totally   misread   him   from   the   get   go.   when   they   were   forced   to   marry   under   their   parents   agreement   with   one   another   ,   mason   was   sure   that   the   winkie   prince   would   no   doubt   go   on   to   continue   flirting   &   partying   with   others   like   he   once   used   to.   after   all   ,   why   allow   yourself   to   be   settled   down with someone you didn't even choose to be with   ,   right   ?   well   ,   apparently   the   sanctity   of   marriage   actually   did   mean   something   to   fiyero ,   &   while   it   took   time   to   warm   up   to   him   initially   ,   they   soon   became   good friends   &   then   they   began   taking   their   roles   as   husbands   more   seriously.   they   did   everything   backwards   ,   getting   married   &   then   learning   about   one   another   as   they   fell   slowly   in   love   ,   but   in   the   strangest   of   ways   , it   just   suited   them well   &   frankly   ,   mason   wouldn't   have   it   any   other   way.   fiyero   is   as   perfect   as   one   would   assume by looking at him   ,   but   not   for   the   reasons   one   would   think.   he's   perfect   because   of   the   little   imperfections   he   showed   to   him even when he didn't want to.   he's   perfect   because   he   cares   &   also   ,   because   he's   mason's.

mason   was   left   alone   in   the   castle   to   attend   to   some   minor   duties   while   fiyero   tended   to   some   responsibilities   in   town.   he   wasn't   expecting   the   prince   to   return   a   bit   earlier   than   expected   ,   surprised   when   he   opens   the   library   room   to   find   his   husband   laying   on   the   table   with   a   cheeky   grin   ,   making   for   a   great   grand   entrance   that   only   makes   mason   rolls   his   eyes.   ❝   i   couldn’t   stop   thinking   about   you.   ❞   of   course   he   tries   to   melt   his   heart   with   words   that   will   immediately   catch   mason's   attention   &   it   is   working   just   a   bit   ,   but   mason   won't   give   in   so   easily.   ❝   tables   are   not   meant   to   be   treated   like   a   bed   ,   you   know   ,   ❞   mason   teases   as   he   approaches   ,   his   hands   quick   to   cup   either   sides   of   his   husband's   cheeks.   at   first   ,   it   seems   as   though   he   is   going   to   give   his   lover   a   gentle   kiss   ,   but   at   the   last   minute   he   ceases   leaning   in closer   ,   gently   tugging   at   fiyero's   blonde   locks   to   prevent   him   from   closing   the   distance.   ❝   you   were   on   my   mind   all   day   too   ,   ❞   mason   admits   ,   smiling   sweetly   as   he   pulls   away.   ❝   we   .   .   .   i   mean   ,   perhaps   you   should   show   me   just   how   much   you   missed   me.   but   not   here.   oh   gods   ,   definitely   not   here.   ❞   he   laughs   ,   trying   hard   not   to   show   how   much   he's   blushing.   ❝   come   with   me.   you   must   be   a   bit   tired   from   being   in   town.   though   ,   maybe   not   too   tired   .   .   .   right      , yero   ?   ❞

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[ephemaera]

a sea of gilded masks swims around the hall before henley's eyes, but she knows exactly who she's searching for. even with identities are playfully concealed, she knows how to find him in a crowd. fiyero had insisted that they keep their masks a secret from each other, which henley found utterly delightful– but even so, he can't stay hidden from her for long. just as she won't be able to keep away from him if he comes looking. the excitement of the night is too much for her to linger too long on the sentiment of that feeling– instead she's carried by the flurry of the crowd towards the dance floor.

there– it's just a feeling. perhaps a familiar gait, the music of his laugh carried across the room. but she knows it's him. the stunning jester at the center of the dance floor, holding court. the unicorn weaves smoothly through the throng until she finds her match, inclining her head with a small curtsy just as the band strikes up for the next song.

'might i have this dance, good sir?' | @dancedthrough

[awynter]

[ by the river ] our muses meet as they are taking a break by the edge of a freshwater river. - these will all be from @dancedthrough <3

After an eventful morning of history lessons in the lawn, Anne was in dire need of a break. The girls were ushered inside for a midday tea break while Anne took it upon herself to go for a walk. The air was unseasonably clear and the fresh air was just what she needed to renew her spirit. She adored her girls, but caring for the education of three young ladies was far more exhausting than one would think.

As she stepped through a clearing, she could hear the soft babbling of water and she smiled to herself. It reminded her much of the streams and rivers she spent her youth playing by. It was silly that such a small thing, a trail of rushing water, could bring her so much joy. Letting out a sigh, Anne reached for the pin in her hair and pulled it free, letting the soft brown tendrils to spill across her back and shoulders. In the privacy of the river, she felt daring enough to let her hair down--physically and metaphorically. But before she could comb her fingers through the curls a single time, she caught the sight of movement and turned in shock.

"Oh," It was all she could muster, the look of surprise evident on her features. She hadn't expected to see anyone out here, and much less a strange man. For a moment, she wondered if she was seeing things, if his presence was a hallucination rather than an odd encounter. But the longer she stared at him, the more confident she became that he was real. "I didn't think anyone else would be here. I'll leave you to your privacy."

[dancedespite]

@dancedthrough sent : 33. A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking to her freckles.

every time she sees him, elphaba cannot outrun the feeling that it may be the last. no matter how she fights against it, oz can never be her home again. she will never be safe here, never be able to stop running, stop hiding. but she is safe here, with him, for these fleeting, precious moments. she doesn't think she has ever felt so intensely as she does with fiyero, in these stolen nights in each other's arms. elphaba's breath catches as his lips brush against the tops of her cheeks, the dusting of freckles there– the gesture so intimate, so gentle. touch has been such a rarity her whole life, and now especially. he handles her with such care that sometimes it's a wonder she can still breathe. eyes shut as she inhales slowly, steadying herself against the heady feeling of his affection. a hand lifts to curl around the crook of one of his elbows, grounding herself in the feeling of him, solid beneath her palm.

[ruler-of-oz]

@dancedthrough sent: ❛ They can take your power, but they can't take your knowledge. ❜

"True. But what good is that knowledge when everything here is so...topsy turvical? None of the animals talk; I don't think they ever did. And magic? Witches? They call them faerie stories..." The escape plan had worked; the tunnel out of Oz taking them into a strange and very different sort of world.

The world, ironically, that the Wizard first came from. That the girl Dorothy Gale came from. And that a part of Elphaba belonged to.

It had been an adjustment to say the least.

"And have you seen what's in these books..." She pointed to the history texts strewn across their kitchen tables. One she was meant to be studying for her test in the morning. "It's nothing but wars and oppression. Each group wanting to prove they're superior to the others...It's awful...."

[spiritdreamt]

what's that face? you look like you're going to cry. @dancedthrough

it's not his fault that she tenses up at his words. she doesn't like crying in public—she doesn't like crying at all, honestly—and she'd been hoping to suppress her tears without anyone noticing. no such luck. percy presses her lips together, willing the tears burning in her eyes to stay put as she swallows past the lump in her throat. "it's nothing," she says stiffly. "i'm fine." she knows the lie is obvious, but what other option does she have? maybe (and it's a slim hope, she thinks) he'll leave her with a shred of dignity intact.

[rthlss]

you can't lie to me. i can tell when you're lying. - from @dancedthrough

liir's shoulders droop a little. caught immediately red handed and switching gears. onto what path he should take. " i didn't mean to be out after sunrise. i know mother says that i shouldn't be seen right now. but i needed to go. "

it is in this moment that liir reveals the small basket that he was returning with. " i have befriended a lovely coop of hens near by. i was casting a spell to protect them from the cold of winter. making their blankets stay warm with little small enchanted stones, without catching fire. "

now and only now does liir reveal his prize. a basket full of fresh eggs. at least two dozen. " the matriarch, miss bertha offered these. "

[drkroots]

@dancedthrough said: ❝ who knew something so small could cause so much trouble? ❞ - fiyero @ shannon.

          stranger things sentence starters

               Sitting in the long grass with legs crossed, witch simply watched beetle crawl lover her knuckles to do the same thing on the opposite hand, repeating the motion so tiny creature could keep itself moving with the instinctual drive that encouraged it to do so.

"Other than infesting the wood of old buildings and furniture, did you know they believe if you hear the clicking of the deathwatch beetle, your loved one is doomed to die?"