A/N: I own none of this.
I have just read the book, and must say, that Maguire doesn't just leave Elphaba and Glinda's relationship in the dark, he throws around clues, without really interpreting, and sometimes even contradicting them. It's a little maddening. Especially Glinda is a headache to take this as a meditation on a theme. Because that is what it is. This is bookverse,and has absolutely nothing to do with the lovely Ladies in my other story. As much as that is possible anyways. This is also meant as a one shot. Although it might become a series of one shots, that you may take as being connected or not. There are a few puzzling things in the book,that I might still,yet,need to explore.;-)Have a good night.
"Glinda..Glinda..."
It was Elphaba's voice whispering her name against her ear,and Galinda Upland awoke from a deep slumber.
She was a little disoriented, having dreamt, that she was walking through a wood near her home in the Pertha hills.
She loved the trees there, tall and majestic,like the domes of ancient churches.
It had been night, and suddenly Elphie's voice had carried on the wind.
Following her, calling her, haunting her..
But upon waking, she,the beauty of Frottica found, that it was indeed, the other way around,for her name seemed to be troubling the sleeping girl beside her.
"Glinda." Elphaba breathed.
And the thus addressed could not,for the life of her make out, if it was in calling, in desire, in demand, in destitute or in glorification.
Maybe it was in pain?
Maybe she ought to wake her, the blonde figured.
Maybe Elphaba was caught in a nightmare,where she was being harmed, and she was calling to her for help?
But no..no..with a sinking heart, the pearl of the Arduenna clan shook her head at herself.
That would never happen.
No, that would surely never happen.
No matter the hurt, Elphie would never call for her..need her, or even with the slightest hint of that possibility,admit to it.
The Third Eminent Thropp Descending reveled in her emotional self sufficiency.
Defined herself by it.
Not even in any of their both wildest dreams would that ever happen.
Need.
"Glinda.."
It was a whisper now, a mere breath.
The young woman by that name sat up abruptly.
The blanket slid off of her shoulders at the sudden movement and goosebumps erupted in its wake of abandonement.
The sweat from earlier had dried, leaving the skin smooth and even in the night air.
Easy prey to the cold.
But Elphaba's voice was like a caress now, and the chill of the dark threatened only a hint of distress.
"Glinda."
It was clear, like a summer's day, and the future Glinda the Good wondered, if the green girl next to her was dreaming of dying.
Or of life?
"Maybe she is dreaming of her soul.", the blonde wondered, quite uncharacteristically.
Nessa must be rubbing off on me, she thought with a smile to herself.
The woman beneath her shifted in her sleep.
Her brow furrowed briefly, and that,too, could mean basically anything with Elphaba.
"Glinda.." she said again, her voice strained, and small.
"Glinda.." again..
"Maybe she does think of dying, then," the Rose of Gilikin became a little worried for her roommate's sleep.
The green girl's face scrunched in brief pain, but she did not cry, and the agony did not last.
It smoothed quickly.
Glinda kissed her softly on the cheek, gathering the blanket to herself,to cover her front against the coolness of the dark room.
"I am right here." she whispered back to the unconscious Munchkinlander .
"Glinda.."
The blonde leaned in closer, kissing the other woman on the forehead,where deep lines had begun to engrave themselves again.
"It's not so bad..not so bad.." the conscious girl hummed against the green skin.
Suddenly, the body underneath her strained and arched and lay silent.
The Thropp Third Descending exhaled as if on a final breath, and Glinda suddenly remembered Elphie's statement, that she never dreamt.
Panic began to rise within her.
It sneaked up on her, snuck in,snuck around, and suddenly, it was all that she was, and she was terrified and helpless,and senseless with fear.
Her fingers shone a luminescent white in the moonlight,as they danced over Elphaba's dark color in a frightened flutter.
Suddenly a pair of brown eyes shot open, catching the feeble light of the stars in them and magnifying it a thousandfold, shining amber, like dark,dark honey.
But Glinda was not usually given to poetry.
And she wasn't now.
She clasped the blanket even tighter to herself, in shock, still hovering mere inches above Elphaba's face.
"Glinda." the girl said, conscious now, her voice thick with sleep.
But the blonde only closed her eyes and shook her head.
Quick fury followed the fear and desperation.
"Oh,hush, will you." she spit in an angry hiss.
She scolded herself for her foolishness.
But she leaned down, nonetheless, closing the small space between them with sudden sweetness.
Her kiss was tender upon the waking girl, and Elphaba's eyes shone back up at her, when they separated.
She remained silent,as commanded, and Glinda closed her eyes, and kissed her again.
Kissed her deeply, not able to shake the sudden dread, the sudden fear in her heart.
And that scared her the most.
Its place of installment.
