Title: Don't Wish
Disclaimer: If I owned it I would be a zillionaire. I'm not a zillionaire.
Elphaba Thropp lay awake in her cold bed at Crage Hall. It was 3am and a storm raged outside her window. Normally, she liked storms — the thunder and lightning part anyway. The sky closed over with clouds and just showed the Earth who's boss. It was loud and primal and showed total disregard for anything but itself. It made Elphaba feel like she was part of some ancient tradition when the skies thundered and shook the buildings around her. Storms just did what they had to do. They always had and they probably always would.
She was alright when she was sheltered safely inside her room — she felt protected. But not when the rain came down in sheets and snuck under the gap of the window above her bed, dripping down the wall. A crack of lightning illuminated the room with a ghostly blue glow. Elphaba sat up. It was useless. She'd never get to sleep at this rate. She busied herself stuffing the corner of one of her blankets in the crack below her window. Maybe that would keep the water out.
On the other side of the room, Galinda slept. She was curled up in a tangle of pink sheets, her pale skin eerily reflecting the moonlight and the lightning. Elphaba laid back down and took a look at her own skin. She stuck her arm up out of the bed so as to catch the small bit of light coming in the window, and so she could inspect herself more fully. She didn't mind her skin in the dark. She wasn't sure when she realized it, but in such dim lighting she looked just like everyone else.
She ran a hand down her arm, wondering if her skin felt just like everyone else's. Sure, she had held Nessa's hand and had touched other people (rarely, but it did happen) but she never really paid attention to what it felt like before. Her eyes were drawn back to Galinda's pale, pretty skin. It always looked like she was glowing. However, Elphaba suspected some sort of cosmetic glitter had something to do with her roommate's bright, shimmery complexion. So, underneath the green were they both the same?
Her mind then wandered to Fiyero's skin. It had fascinated her the first time she saw it. Well, his blue diamond –shaped markings had, anyway. She wondered if she closed her eyes and ran a hand down his cheek if her fingers would be able to discern where the brown ended and the blue began. Brown and blue…and green. She wondered if his skin felt anything like hers or if she was just all-around abnormal.
She realized she had been smiling and her face fell. She stopped inspecting her arm in the moonlight. Elphaba wondered how long had she been lying there, lost in thought, smiling like an idiot. Since she started thinking about Fiyero?
She smiled again.
"No, no, no," she thought, her expression now cross.
She rolled over in bed so she was facing the wall and shut her eyes tightly.
She sighed and whispered to herself.
"Don't start."
A/N: So...that's it! My first foray into "Wicked" (which I am obsessed with, btw). Sorry its a smidge bit depressing...but I thought of it last night when a storm really was raging outside my window and I really was randomly looking at my arm in the moonlight. Haha, I'm so strange sometimes.
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