Glinda smiled her encouraging smile as the parade wore on. The parade to celebrate her friend death. Every one she'd ever felt anything for was gone. Elphaba, Fiyero, Nessarose, Boq, all of them, gone.

A crack in the smile

But she's always in style while she waits

Waving goodbye but she's too tired to cry and she's wasted

Fiyero- human again- looked past his desk and out the window towards the east, towards the emerald city.

"We should tell her," Elphaba had whispered the night before, "Yero, she's lost every one."

"No," he assured her, "it will be safer this way."

A crumpled ball of paper- an unfinished letter- falls to the floor.

A letter he wrote

But it's far too expose so he throws it away

The sound of regret as it's counting the steps back to safe

Fiyero looked back into the room, to the west, where his lover slept. Elphaba.

I don't want to leave you with perfume and promises

But we'll never know 'till we capture and bottle it

'Cause wouldn't it be such a shame

If all was wasted

The sun was high in the sky when Elphaba woke.

Fiyero raised a glass of wine to her, "To you, Fae, for a great escape and a great spell reversal."

She laughed and took a sip, "we're not out of the woods yet, Yero. But thank you."

Not an inch of the room

That isn't in bloom or in light

So we drink 'till its dawn

Every drip 'till it's gone and we're wasted

"We could go north, past the Gillikins, past the mountains, what's even up there?" He said later that day.

"Land, snow, cold, no. Too cold," Elphaba muttered, almost to herself, studying the map.

"Well, we could go south."

She looked at him, "Yes, we could…."

It's a thing of the truth

But we'll lie and we'll look for the perfect escape

And the moment will go like melted snow in the rain

They packed in silence, not speaking. Not needing to.

I don't want to leave you with perfume and promises

But we'll never know 'till we capture and bottle it

Cause wouldn't it be such a shame

If all was wasted

"It's getting late," she said, "We'll stay here one more night and leave early in the morning."

He nodded and they slowly slipped into bed.

Stay for another morning

Study the curves on my face

Stay even when we're unknowing

Stay 'till they tear you away

"South, then?" the broom hovered between them.

"South."

I don't want to leave you with perfume and promises

But we'll never know 'till we capture and bottle it

Cause wouldn't it be such a shame

If all was wasted


I don't own Wicked or 'Perfume and Promises' by Idina Menzel. Reviews make my day, so tell me what you thought! ~Jedi Annie Scrambler