#melana thropp

[hornvey]

Elphaba can see ghosts. But not every ghost just Melana.

When melana died she got the choice to watch over one person who will be able to see and interact with her and she chose Elphaba. She knew Frex would abuse her. She know Frex would blame everything on her. And her own mother passed when she was just a little girl so she knows how it feels

This is canon I fear and if I knew how to write I would totally write a story on this.

I call upon all the authors on tumbler PLEASE WRITE THIS IDEA!!!!!!!! We need more fluff in the wicked world where elphaba actually had a happy childhood

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Merry Christmas @justthegirlinthemirror!

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The funeral for her father was mandatory for everyone in Munchkinland. They lay flowers on his corpse, the casket flung wide. Some of them even cry. 

No one dares mention the lack of the eldest daughter at the wake. They wouldn't have liked her there before, let alone now. Still they peak at the sky often as the service continues.

There is no family but her. Nessarose and Boq sit at the front, and all eyes find her only to shy away. 

She is used to the eyes, the discomfort at her chair. Pity has saturated every corner of her life, no more obvious than in her own father. 

She has not cried for father yet, but surely the tears are coming.

The air is different now, like a charge around her. Was this what Frex had been met with as governor? People seem afraid to meet her eye-- 

She's dressed like her sister, she realizes half way through the service. She's dressed all in black, her turtleneck to her tights. Was Elphaba in mourning this whole time? Or did the dark just contrast her skin? 

Or was the black clothes a sign of power?

There's much that Nessa does not understand about her sister, but she can get behind that, at least.

When it's over, she wheels herself out of the church, back to home. The rest will journey to the crypt with the coffin, to lay Frex to rest beside Melana. The cemetery was not made accessible to Nessa; why let her go somewhere that will lead to her distress? Stay.

Stay in the governor's too big house. With its pretty facade and its dark, empty rooms. Stay in the lingering grief with the mother you never met, the sister who pitys and must resent you and the father who loves the thought of you, the look of you, as he wraps you in cotton wool.

So frustrating, so infantilizing! As she comes to the governs house, she remembers wanting to yell at him, to hurt him, with his rules and strictures. Who was he to say where she should go, how she should feel?  This house, this land, could not contain her! 

But the house now felt too big, all alone as she is. The rest of Oz sprawling, impossible. 

 When you're in charge, when there are so many dangers, how do you keep people safe?

She wheels herself into her father's office, her office now. Her throat clenches; all of these memories and only her here to see them. The big books of Munchkin history she and Elphaba used to read together, the religious volumes Frex would read in the evening, the drawing of Dulcibear she drew when she was three. 

This was simply not how it was supposed to be.

She was always going to succeed her father, someday.

But he was not supposed to leave her like this, hot on Elphaba’s heels. Would Elphaba be surprised to know he cared enough about her to be heartbroken? 

She didn't know how fragile a heart could be. Hers aches in her chest, keeping a time of it's own. Maybe it can sense how wrong and strange her life has become.

She was supposed to go away to school and people were going to see her differently. She was going to learn who she was away from her father's smothering and Elphaba's oddities. She was going to kiss a boy and fall madly in love. She would have a roommate who would be in her life forever. And in time, she would take over for her father, with her sister at her side. They would be happy. 

Why couldn't people do what was best for them? Why was she the only one who could see what was best?

Thank goodness, she has Boq. Her beautiful love, the boy who made her heart so full. He would be happy to stay home with her. Boq would make this dank little room so bright. Boq will love these books, she thinks. After all, much of Munchkin history was not available to the public.

Boq had often mentioned that it was strange that the governorship did not represent the population of the people it ruled over. She loved how thoughtful and smart he was. This problem could so easily be solved if they were married. The next Eminent Thropp could be part Munchkin, for the very first time. How lucky she was, to change the world like this. 

She shouldn't get ahead of herself, of course. Boq was her boyfriend, not her husband and she was far from thinking about motherhood. She didn't even have a mother, she didn't know how to be one.

Well, if she was honest with herself, that wasn't true. Elphaba had been like her mother, and now they both were gone. 

Elphaba who had not even said goodbye to her on the train. Who left her in the dust, when it was supposed to be her turn to shine. 

How could she do that, really. Her sister had always been at her side, always her confidant and companion. Hadn't they read together, played together? In this very room, while father worked, Nessa had told Elphaba all her hopes for the future. Hadn't Elphaba been the one person to know her the best?

Shiz had changed everything. Suddenly Elphaba is magic and the wizard wants to meet her. She has an obvious crush on the Winkie prince that she refuses to acknowledge. And her relationship with Galinda! Or Glinda, rather. 

She would always be thankful to her, of course, and maybe a little bit in awe of her if she was honest. But that name change showed that even she was not immune to getting sucked into these political issues. What good could come from this? Best to stay home, and safe.

She saw how Boq looked at Glinda too. Yes, better they all stay apart. 

Glinda was working with the Wizard she knew, but said she wanted to visit soon, or at least maintain a correspondence, in the letter of condolence for her father.  While she appreciated it-- no one else has written to her-- she is not sure the letter is truly for her. It seems as though Glinda was asking, without asking, without leaving a trail, if Nessa had seen Elphaba. 

What a foolish sentiment. Nessa will probably never see Elphaba again.

Finally, the sob she knew was in there flies free. And there is no one here to hear her. 

Oh that she was her sister! To break the windows, to screech the walls down. The grief, the anger of her abandonment should be felt by more than just her. Instead she can do nothing but cry and cry.

After she is done crying, though, she reconsiders. She wishes that people would notice her, pay attention to her, yes. But she does not want anyone else to feel this grief. 

It is a terrible thing to be left, to be exposed out in the world to things that could hurt you. Frex tried to protect his children, but he failed. Her sister wouldn't be doing this, wouldn't be terrorising Oz if they had not left their home. 

Boq is the only person Nessa has to love left, now. But he has a family, a people. Her people.

She knows what's best, she can make a safe place nobody will ever want to leave. Nessa will make them safe. 

[incorrectwickedquotes]

Elphaba: Oh, I wish my mother and Turtleheart were here to see this.

Galinda: Because they'd be so proud of you?

Elphaba: No, because they'd be alive.

[wicked-shitposts]

Forgetting things surrounding childbirth is genetic in the Thropp family

EXAMPLES:

MELANA: I don’t remember cheating on my husband and getting pregnant with Elphaba.

ELPHABA: I don’t remember being pregnant with Liir for months and then giving birth to him.

LIIR: I don’t remember impregnating my wife.

RAIN: I hope this skips a generation.