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[sachingja]

"It's okay if you fall asleep." glinda for fiyero!

he watches her, always watches her — doesn't have much else to look at all day long, the hours dwindling away one clock-tick at a time, drawing him in restless shades until, finally, he will be dismissed and given the freedom to pursue whatever he desires / as carefully as he could be, on the lookout for her, or for whatever he craves that particular day. this night, he found it in the chambers of a young tailor, who caught his eyes weeks ago on a stroll through the emerald paved city. these encounters, however rare they are, might satiate a physical need but never give him what he is really looking for, that empty space in the concave between his ribs impossible to ever be filled. he found it once, almost had it, and then it flew off into the skies towards greener pastures and left the both of them behind.

glinda understands, he knows as much. she understands better than most, than anyone else perhaps, and they understand each other. it's all they have inside the stifling palace walls, where the hallways, doorways, and floors have eyes and ears.

fiyero is slow as he strips off his uniform, the buckles coming apart slowly beneath his clumsy fingers. his bones ache but it is what they do these days, not enough rest in between frequent trips into the desert and further out; he has been to kiamo ko on the off chance elphaba might be hiding there. the only friend he has ever really known to see beneath the shallow into the depths of him, where unhappiness seemed to encapsulate every inch of him. steadfast, endless. another yearning ache. he is exhausted, but they both know he won't stop until he finds her — glinda, for as much as she loves to claim otherwise in the public eye, would never let him cease before they would have a definite answer. and in the meantime, he will keep his ear to the ground, on the off-chance that, perhaps, their alliances might be closer than they'd think.

now, though, he is too tired to resist her. it happens like this always, their bed a little too inviting, the sweet promise of sleep beckoning him closer. " i will have to wake early for the shift change, anyway, " he murmurs, but sinks into the soft mattress besides her, his head coming to rest on her thigh. she smells familiar, like home. " the new recruits would be sad to miss their captain of the guard, i am sure, " he says, a yawn stretching his jaw unattractively wide. years ago, he would have never done this in front of anyone, not even his own mirror. " you know, you do not need to wait up for me, right? " but a smile steals past his lips anyway; it is sort of nice to know there is at least someone waiting for him to come home.

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