The Wicked Challenge - Prompt #1 : Write a one-shot taking place during I'm Not That Girl (Reprise) in which Glinda thinks about…anything! Must include the following three words: cake, color, and conspiracy.
Porcelain
Love, Glinda decided, was like porcelain. Beautiful, priceless, and admired by all, and yet when struck in the right place with even the lightest amount of force, it could shatter irreparably.
At first, she couldn't believe it, even though the evidence was right before her eyes. Elphaba and Fiyero? Fiyero and Elphaba? The prospect of her best friend stealing her fiancé was absurd- she hadn't even begun to entertain the possibility that he could actually care for her as well. Fiyero, the Captain of the Wizard's Guard, for Oz's sake, fall for the Wicked Witch of the West, regardless of their pasts? There was no way.
However, the shock quickly wore off and untainted fury was left in its wake as she came to the daunting conclusion that she couldn't deny the facts. Her face turned a smarting colour of red as she began to pace irately, befouling her best friend- no, traitorous ex-best friend- mentally. How could she? All those times Morrible and the Wizard had spoon-fed her lies about conspiracy, rebellions, and evil, she hadn't given them a second thought- after all, who would dare think those sorts of things about their friend?
She snatched the porcelain figurines off the top of the engagement cake and hurled them at the wall, watching as they, like her preconceptions about perfection, shattered into a thousand pieces.