The Winner
Takes it All
Based off an rp Mad-Idina-Fan98 and I have been writing
Elphaba walked alone through the fields of Shiz University, her head held high. A light breeze swept past her, tangling in her long raven hair and billow behind her in waves of silk and satin. The tips curled slightly, flickering up towards the midday sun, a few strands tumble and roll across her shoulders; like an endless sea of midnight.
The lenses of her glasses shimmered off the rays of the sunlight; refracting a prismatic glow from her eyes, the darkness within swirled, melting and swirling, twisting into one; a cacophony of melted chocolate and gold.
A light flutter of wings and the serenity shatters, the world once again thunders into existence, and noise of the bustling students surrounding her once again fills the air. Reflexively, Elphaba presses her books against her chest. Slowly, she lowers her head, her darkened gaze trained at her boots clomping through the soft grass bending beneath her feet.
Several students snicker as she walks by, a few point, others laugh. Clenching her jaw, she forced their voices away. She wasn't naïve as others had been lead to believe, for she knew exactly what her fellow students thought of her, and in truth she didn't care. Though, inwardly, it didn't quell the pain throbbing deep within her already fragile heart.
Blinking back a tear, she forced her feet onward. The laughter from the students slowly faded away from her ears, and internally she was grateful. She would never let them see her cry. Never. Being weak only caused a person more pain. A lesson she learned quickly living with her father.
Avaric Tenmeadows laid sprawled lazily on the fountains edge. One leg was bent, the other draped over the edge, the toes of his shoe barely skimming the ground. One arm bent behind his head, the other folded softly against his chiseled chest. His dark, cerulean eyes gazed longingly up at the clear blue sky. A soft breeze swept past him, tussling a few of his golden locks.
"Oh man…you should have come down to the Ozdust last night…Oz there were some hot babes there that night" chuckles Avaric. Absently his hand swept down and snatching a few blades of grass, brought them up to his mouth. Placing the blades between his teeth, he chewed on the tip.
Fiyero pressed himself against the edge of the fountain. His legs were drawn up to his chest, his arms draped over the humps of his knees, and his fingers dangled limp. His head was slightly bowed, and his dark sapphire blue eyes stared vacantly at the grass beneath him.
"Nah…there's not a woman here at Shiz that I haven't tasted yet" chuckling, Fiyero lifted his head winked and smiled cockily back at Avaric.
Avaric rolled his eyes back at the Prince. Often times he wondered why he bothered to be friends with such an arrogant prick like Fiyero. Course the answer was simple, and he often found himself face palming having not realized it sooner.
His mother and Fiyero's had been the best of friends, and often times had come and to visit the other, whenever they had the chance. Taking their young son's with them.
Since he and Fiyero toddled around their mother's skirts, the two had been forced to tolerate each other. At first, neither could stand the other, and often times Avaric or Fiyero ignored each other. Often going off and finding something else to do. Eventually; though Avaric himself hadn't quite found out how, the two had become friends.
Wherever one was, the other was behind them, plotting, pulling pranks on the servants and chasing after nasty looking girls with sticks the two boys pretended were swords. As they grew, they began to compete, races were not uncommon, neither were there contests to see who could eat more than the other.
If one had bulked up more on muscles then the other, than that one would work themselves ragged to catch up and vice versa. The teenage years became the worst. Both competed to have the best girlfriends, the wildest parties, each one competing to beat out the other in extravagance. Drinking competitions were always a given.
Sighing, Avaric's gaze shifted back towards the sky drifting slowly overhead.
"You honestly think you could have any woman here at Shiz?" asks Avaric in a challenging tone.
"I know I can" laughs Fiyero proudly
"I highly doubt that" chuckles Avaric
"Why's that?" growls Fiyero.
"Elphaba Thropp…I doubt very likely you could convince her to date you let alone sit with you for more than five minutes" says Avaric, a smug smile tugged on his thin lips
"Oh and you think you can?" challenges Fiyero
"I know I can" smiling, Avaric lifts his hand and inspects his nails
"Really?" rising to his knees, Fiyero glares back at Avaric
"Yes really Mr. I-can-get-in-anyone's-pants"
"Alright…then I bet that you can't get Elphaba Thropp to go out on a date with you…nor accompany you to the Winter Dance" challenges Fiyero.
"And if I do?" asks Avaric unfazed
"Then on graduation day I'll walk up bare naked wearing a pink tutu and a tiara" smiles Fiyero.
"And if I lose?" asks Avaric, though he knew he wouldn't
"Then you have to bow down to me and be my servant" smiles Fiyero.
"Deal" says Avaric as he holds out a hand.
Fiyero smiles and takes it, "Oh this will be delicious"