Disclaimer: This thing I don't own is kind of a goodbye present, since I'm going off on vacation for about a week and I don't know if I'll have internet access.
She was running; how could she have been so foolish? Her hood had fallen back, they had seen her face- a face that even a blind man could identify. Bending to get her dagger three feet from the Gale Squad- how could she have made such a stupid mistake? Now, heart hammering, she ran, those emerald cloaks trailing her, so close she could almost smell their rancid breath as they yelled out her codename:
"Fae. Fae."
Elphaba turned in her sleep, still determined to outrun her subconscious predators. She felt a pain in her side, but it wasn't enough to really have been from the officer's musket. The steel was warm- fleshy, even. Almost like…a finger.
She was being poked in the side by a fingernail.
"Fae!" the masculine voice of her lover persisted.
She furrowed herself deeper under the sheets, still asleep enough to be wary of the pain of waking. The heavy cotton was too hot for the season, but the dingy apartment was so exposed to the elements the heat felt like a safe-haven.
"Blast it all, Fae, wake up!"
The future witch made an aggravated noise, rolling towards the provoker of her growing resentment; the weight of her eyelids protested the disruption of their stillness, requesting just five more minutes…
"What?" Only Elphaba could snap while still murmuring in a half-conscious state.
The other occupant of the bed seemed to contend himself with the fact that she had answered, not bothering to protest the fact that she hadn't so much as opened her eyes. "Fae," he began, clearly on the beginning of a tangent (Elphaba groped for her pillow but didn't press it hard enough to her ears to completely block out the sound.)
"Fae, I know that they are the basis for your cause. I know that you think that the Wizard's Banns are completely tyrannical injustices forced upon all Oz to keep us all under his propagandal- if that's a word- reign. I realize that you were quite fond of Dr. Dillamond and heartily respected him- as did I. Though you may thoroughly deny it, I know you are a very caring and considerate person and cannot stand by to watch another living creature in discomfort. But, damn it all, Fae, I think animals just shouldn't have some privileges!"
Elphaba bolted upright, unable to believe what she had just heard. A flaming retort to his ignorance burned her tongue; after all he knew she had suffered, how dare he spew such callous thinking into their spot of lovemaking?
In one instant steam seemed to fly into her, fueling her livid comeback. She opened her eyes, wanting to see through glaring eyes the monster who had taken the place of her lover.
She did see him. And before the angry words could fling themselves out, she crumbled into a burst of laughter.
"Oh, yes, very amusing," Fiyero retorted sarcastically, a white pendulum swinging across his narrowed eyes. "Now will you get the damn thing off of me?"
Still chuckling, she leaned over, coaxing the snowy feline out of the Prince's hair. "Now, now, Malky," she chided sweetly, "You mustn't stick your claws near Yero's head like that- you'll poke a hole and let all the hot air out."
"Very witty," the Prince muttered darkly once she had pried the mischievous cat off of his crown. "So clever before twilight, aren't we?"
"Twilight, noon, and night, my darling," she replied affectionately, and pressed her lips to his now marked forehead before dozing off again.
Rather pointless, I know, but don't be too harsh- this is my first shot at bookverse. Dedicated to Gabriel- thanks for not ever repeating the action that inspired this fic, you silly furball. Reviewers get catnip!