Hello all. I just wrote this today 'cause it's foggy out, and for some reason, I thought of Elphie walking through the fog. Odd, I know, but the picture in my head looked kinda cool. Anyways, I think I like my serious writing better, but we'll see.

I like this piece because you can put it as anyone's point of view. It didn't start out as a romance, but as you will read, that changed quickly. Read it from the viewpoint of your choice...Fiyero, Glinda, Boq...whomever you fancy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Elphaba belongs to Gregory Maguire and Wicked the musical.

The fog dispersed itself away from her as if it, too, was afraid to get anywhere near her. It seemed that she would never be touched, or shown any affection...and all because of this affliction...this hideous part of herself that she hated. The hatred was seen on her face every day, and reflected in the expressions of her classmates.

Though Elphaba thought her skin hideous, the truth was that it was beautiful in a strange ethereal, otherworldly sense. And once you got to know her—the real essence of Elphaba—you couldn't see her without skin of that particular shade. Of course, she rarely let anyone close enough to herself to let them think that. Only a few. The skin just suited her. Her and that wild, 'come what may and hell to pay' attitude.

I once told her that it wasn't her skin that made people shun her, it was her ferocity—the way she attacked life like there was no tomorrow. I told her that they were probably jealous, Oz knew I was. She then asked me why, and I asked if she was blind, if she could only see the bad things, because when you look at the good stuff, all else is forgotten. She has such a beautiful soul. And all too soon, I felt myself falling in love with the green goddess. I couldn't help it.

I caught myself staring at her from behind during our classes together, admiring her raven hair, wishing I could run my hands through it. I discovered many things about her that made me smile. She was left-handed. She chewed the inside of her cheek when she was thinking hard, or arguing Animal issues.She becomes motionless when she reads, only her eyes move...it's like she goes into a trance. I only wish she would turn such a gaze upon me.

And so I watched her stroll through the fog, strong shoulders slightly hunched, long-fingered hands in pockets, and those beautiful, beautiful heaven-sent eyes following the swirling fog.

I rose, and she turned her head to the sound of my footfalls even though she couldn't see me yet. I emerged from the fog, and she smiled at me. I took her face in my hands lightly, and kissed her without restraint. She responded. And it was there that our love began to weave its course of green yarn.

Okay, yes, it was very short, but I dunno...I didn't have anything else...to end it there just seemed right. I might continue it later...but I'd have to decide on who the 'mystery fog person' was. And make mucho longer chapters.Hm...oh yeah, I just decided Elphie should be a lefty. I'm a lefty, so I think we're cool. Just somethin' to distinguish her a wee bit more.

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