#housealove / fiyero tigelaar

[ofaflower]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃, fingers flexing anxiously as she stared off at nothing in particular. Madam Morrible's words the entire way back to Shiz now echoed in her head, but felt like nothing more than senseless sounds. Everything that had happened in the Emerald City felt like it had taken not just fifteen years from her life --- but the life and joy she'd been bubbling with only hours earlier. The foolish girl who had leaped onto the train with Elphaba felt like nothing more than a ghost from another life now. All she wanted was to run to Fiyero and tell him everything, but she wasn't sure she could form the words without falling to pieces. Glinda had once thought she'd known what pain was --- how stupid she'd been. How trivial everything that she'd ever wasted a perfect little tear over seemed now. An aching hole resided in her chest where her heart had once beaten, one that had been ripped the moment her friend had flown into the horizon.

The moment she looked up at the sound of Fiyero's footsteps, Glinda wanted nothing more than to hide herself in his arms and hide away from everything for the rest of her life --- but she couldn't. No, if anyone could understand the truth --- it would be him, right ? Eyes brimming, she rushed towards him. " Oh, my dearest... it's simply to horrififfying for words. I could die from the miseriblcaility of it. " ( @housealove )

[ofaflower]

𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 in his arms and tell him the whole terrififying tale in one endless cry --- but the words of Madam Morrible still echoed inside her head. Sharp like a knife that threatened to end her with one swift motion if she wasn't careful. Overhead, Glinda could feel the darkened clouds that proclaimed the horrid claim over and over again --- and the Gillikin wondered if the blackness of the storm concealed any of the spies The Wizard had tricked Elphaba into creating. The screams of Chistery were ones she knew would haunt her dreams for the rest of her life, and only now did she pause to wonder if Chistery had been just an animal well-trained, or an Animal who had been silenced. Shuddering in both guilt and fear, her manicured nails tightly gripped the lapel of Fiyero's jacket. Tiny green jewels softly shimmering in the moonlight, the sight of them enough to push through her emotions enough to finally answerate his questions.

" We need somewhere to hide --- we can't risk a single scandalocious detail being overheard. " Glinda's voice trembled. She could feel a light scratchiness in her throat, one she rationalfied as a result from her screams and cries. Elphaba would have pulled out that old brass pot of theirs and conjurated a flame to make them some tea, if she was here. However, Glinda wasn't sure if Elphaba would ever be here again ...and she feared how her dearest one would react to the news. It was better her than the papers though, if only one other could know the truth --- she knew Elphaba would be glad for it to be Fiyero. The two's caring of the other was something she was very aware of.

fiyero knew himself well enough to say that he didn't know much in the world, but he could tell that something had gone dastardly wrong. elphaba had been a hero just hours ago and the sun had shown brightly over shiz. now, there's dark clouds in the sky, the wind whipifying through the university violently, and he shivers. her name is broadcasted like a pariah, a cruel title even louder. THE WICKED WITCH. no talk of what had happened to glinda. and no one had answers when he demanded them. another first, he'd come to realize. normally he literally opened doors with his very presence. finally, he'd gotten word of the train heading back. it's a quest in and of itself to dodge people with suitcases and trunks, rushing towards the boats, but eventually he makes his way to the platform.

fiyero doesn't realize he's running until he's made it to her, having taken off into a sprint the moment he had seen the pink dress and gentle golden curls of his beloved. " you're shaking, " he noted, arms immediately wrapping around her smaller frame, chin resting atop her head, " i'm here now. " he can be strong and resolute for all of them, can't he ? his jaw clenches, trying not to burst out with all of his emotions at once, not when she's so distressed. he hadn't been wrong before. pretending nothing mattered had been so much easier but with his eyes open.... he could never do that again.

" my beloved, what has happened ? where is - " his voice cuts off and he stops himself, " they are saying she's wicked. "