We Don't Need To Speak
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So, this is my first venture into the Wicked-verse (musical oriented). This is short, I understand, but as the majority of my Wicked knowledge comes from reading the fanfiction and random Google searches, I am "testing the waters," so to speak.
Thanks go to Throppsicle, who really should update Unadulterated Something. Which y'all should read.
Anywhodles, enjoy!
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This was your decision, Elphaba Thropp sternly reminds herself as she sits on her bed. That she is circling around the emotion of fear – a terrified fear, one may say – is absolutely no reason to back down. What must be done must be done.
"I love you." Bold. Terrified.
"Really, how do you expect me to believe something so ridicularitous?" Shocked. There is a possibility, she thinks, that this is a very tasteless joke. Then again, she is Galinda Upland; whatever she wants, she gets.
"Believe six impossible things before breakfast." Wry. Amusement to cover her orbit of worry almost works. The croak in her voice gives it away.
"Elphaba, it's almost time for dinner!" Indignant. But not unhappy…
"Well, then, if we take the six pre-breakfasts and multiply by three – for the amount of meals that we take – that means you have a total of eighteen impossible things to believe. Of course, this could be completely dependent on the time spa-" Scholarly and interrupted. She is babbling, lips moving too fast. They need to be stopped before someone gets hurt.
(Silence! You are the giver of true meaning, with your presence more than without. Should anything be true, it only needs you. Words cheapen your effect, and sometimes outright undo all you have created. Watch now, Silence, as you yet again work the miracles for which words never seem adequate enough.)
A range of five different emotions in the space of thirty seconds is the amount of time it takes for Galinda to cross the room and firmly introduce her lips to Elphaba's. Dainty hands move to cup the viridian face, and black-clad arms easily encircle a slim waist. The firm introduction is misleading; Galinda's lips are gentle, and their initial meeting of Elphaba's surprisingly soft ones is followed by four more slow and innocently sensuous kisses. One would expect that these kisses would be furious and fervent, given their history of always being at odds. However, it is almost as if the two have some sense of what the future holds; these kisses do not seem to be those brief lightning-strikes of passionate lovers, but ones of those who truly love – one might even come to the conclusion that these are messages of understanding, of appreciation, of devotion. These kisses are not of white-hot passion, but the coals of love, that burn long and steadily, warming all who come near.
After approximately seven seconds, their faces separate. Blushes coat the both, making Galinda pinker and Elphaba holiday-coloured. Though their bodies show embarrassment outwardly, the both of them silently acknowledge the definite and distinct feeling of arousal brought on by hormones and the thankful cutting of tension.
It is almost the end of dinner when they emerge from the room, silent. No words need be said, as the muted use of lips manage to convey all.
Music: "candlelight" by Ryutaro Hagari