(I'm updating Mail Call soon, but this...I needed to write this, or I would cry. Legit. Unfortunately, I do not own Oz, the Great And Powerful, or any of the characters, unless mentioned.)
The mirror was very clear today, almost like water, still water. In the mirror, long and oval, was reflected a most fair and beauteous witch, her hair long and blonde, falling in soft curls around the sides of her face, and glimmering hazel-green eyes framed by thick black eyelashes. The figure was tall and thin and draped in white, like a princess, and a golden crown rested on her curls to match the image of princess.
Still, the Good Witch Glinda was not pleased.
Something had changed within her, she decided, after surveying herself in the looking glass for a few minutes more. Something was not the same, and it wasn't a good feeling at all. Lately, her chest, directly below her left shoulder, felt odd. Glinda was not a fool, and she knew this feeling could be very bad, very bad indeed. Of course, she reasoned with herself, it could also be good, and she wasn't helping matters by thinking negatively about it.
As these berating thoughts passed through her mind, an aching, throbbing sensation flared in the very spot she thought of; a burning, as if someone - Theodora, possibly - had hit her with a fireball. With a cry, she knelt to the ground, both hands covering the spot as if it would do any good. A commotion was heard outside the common room, the room that lead to both the rest of the palace and Glinda's, Oscar's, and China Girl's personal chambers. Shortly after, a rather rumpled looking monkey with a scuffed, singed teal bellhop uniform and a brassy set of feathered wings burst into the room.
"Glinda, are you quite alright?" the flying monkey Finley asked, worry evident in his dark blue eyes. Glinda hurriedly stood up from the floor and brushed herself off, a look of consternation playing on her features. The pain was gone as quickly as it had come, and this disconcerted her greatly.
"Yes, Finley, I am fine," she replied gracefully, her expression already smoothing over into her usual cordiality. Finley gave her a concerned look, but did not push any farther.
"If you need anything, I'm only a breath away," he said, his voice filled with eagerness to serve. Glinda smiled slightly to herself as he fluttered out the door, pulling it closed with his tail as he left. Oscar had really lucked out on chancing across this one of a kind monkey. He had been the first to learn about Oscar's discrepancy masquerading as wizard, yet stayed loyal.
The smile stayed on her face as her thoughts turned to Oscar. That man, although corrupted, had grown up into a true hero. The smile became almost dreamy as she imagined him now: tall, wizardly, devilishly handsome, and-
~O~
"Singed?" she questioned, her voice stern. The Great and Powerful Wizard of Oz, his hands clasped guiltily in front of him, shrugged, sending the spirals of smoke emitting from his jacket askew.
"I was just testing out the projector and then I accidentally knocked it over and...long story short it caught on fire, and I happened to be there," Oscar said, his tone dripping with cynicism. Glinda sighed and surveyed the man. She couldn't help but chuckle, a smile creasing her lips once more.
"The Great and Powerful Oz, defeated by a projector," she giggled, as she snuffed out the smoldering places on his jacket with just a breath of mist from her finger. Oscar shrugged modestly.
"What can I say? The tools of a wizard are much more magical than the wizard himself, in some cases."
Glinda chuckled as she examined the damage done to his jacket.
"You've ruined it," she announced. "Another beautiful thing, gone. How saddening."
Oscar stepped a little closer to the witch, causing a strawberry blush to flow to her cheeks.
"But not the most beautiful thing," he countered. "That, would be you."
Glinda blushed even more. "Oh," she murmured. "You flatter me so."
Oscar smiled, and before Glinda knew it, his lips were on hers, warm and soft. Her eyes closed and-
"Oh," she cried, pulling away abruptly and clutching at her chest. The burning pain in her chest was worse this time, and she hissed slightly to voice her pain, only in the slightest. Oscar bent down to her level, a wild worry in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" he questioned. Her eyes screwed shut, Glinda nodded, rising back to standing with her expression still quite contorted. The pain seemed to linger in her chest, fading considerably, but with a continuing aftermath. Forcing a smile to her face, she opened her eyes wide, pulling a perfectly normal expression to her face.
"Just fine, just fine."
A voice called through the door, accompanied by a pounding noise of knocking.
"Wizard!" it called. "Wizard, we fixed the projector. You can come back now."
Oscar sighed, and looked to Glinda worriedly.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again, his eyes searching hers. With a start, Glinda realized she was still clutching at the spot. She forced her hands to her sides, balled up into fists.
"Just fine," she smiled. "Go, Wizard."
After the door closed, she sat down with an audible sigh. Something was not quite right. This burning could only be bad, she decided, and she needed to figure out just what was going on.
(Would anyone believe that was the first time I have ever written a kiss? No? Well, it was, and it wasn't too bad, was it? I'm super excited for this :3 Hasta luego! Update soon!)