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Returned
Clutching a pillow harshly to her chest, Glinda the Good slept. A calm smile captured supple, pink lips in a desired peace. The one thing she couldn't have in reality, she could have in her dreams. Elphaba, her Elphie had found her into the blissful blonde's head as she slept. The green girl was welcomed within a heartbeat. Glinda didn't realize just how often she dreamed about Elphaba, she just knew that Elphaba always seemed to be in her dreams in one way or another. Whether it was the mere color green, or a sarcastic remark; she was always there somehow.
Tonight, she was there, in reality and in the blonde's dreams.
Black clad, broom in hand, and throbbing heart, Elphaba stood in the balcony. For once, the brave green girl was scared. It had been five years for Oz sakes! What would Glinda do if she were to see Elphaba?
"Probably go insane..." Elphaba couldn't resist the dry laugh that left her lips. "Now or never, Elphaba." Elphaba made a choice. She couldn't turn back now.
Taking a step forward, Elphaba found herself wanting to retreat from the now inevitable. She had to do this for herself...for Glinda. The blonde beauty deserved to know, everything.
Elphaba managed the rest of the distance, dramatic footing was used in paranoia of breaking something. Finally at the frilly, and unmistakably pink bed of Glinda, Elphaba extended a hand. How she longed to touch blonde curls. A verdant hand felt the softness of golden locks, relishing in the fact Glinda's hair would retain it's ringlets no matter what you did. Well, except when wet... Elphaba recalled a time when one brave lad pushed dear Galinda in a pond. The reverie brought a smug smile to Elphaba's otherwise stoic appearance. Absentmindedly, she stroked and petted the tips of Glinda's hair with the tender pads of her fingers. It had to be now.
Elphaba's hand traced from the blonde's hairline to her forehead, following a distinct path to her cheekbone where a green hand lingered, then followed to the dainty curve of a porcelain chin.
"Glinda...my sweet."
Glinda felt a caress on her cheek, but believed it to be her dream. Elphaba was speaking to her in her dream. They were arguing about the beliefs of a soul, or lack thereof in Elphaba's theory. They were sitting on her bed, the same bedspread on her current bed. Galinda could hear the passion in Elphaba's voice, just to make her point. Elphaba, the blunt opinionated one. Galinda, the one to ask the usual "huh?". But not when Elphaba was around. And yet, she hadn't recognized the extra weight on her bed that Elphaba created by sitting beside her.
"Glinda, wake up...it's me, Elphaba. Elphie..."
Elphaba tried again, this time with a gentle maneuver of her hand to the blonde's brow and back to her cheek. Her green hand rested on top of Glinda's rosy cheek and she couldn't help the instinctive remembrance of "pink goes good with green". Firmer, Elphaba tried to awaken the blonde with prominent thumb strokes just below her cheekbone. And that did it, or so it would seem.
Pale eyelids twitched a moment. Wondering why there was a warmth on her face, Glinda scrunched her face into an odd expression. Squinting, a dainty hand rose to her face and swatted at the intruding heat. She'd prefer to sleep and have her dream continue. Apparently, whatever the heat source was, it wasn't giving up. Galinda felt a hand rubbing lazy circles on the crevice of her chin, and bottom lip's borderline. Eyelids twitched again, this time finally fluttering a slow but gradual rise. Blue eyes peered up, finding a green face in front of her. She screamed. But, that did it.
"Get out of here! How dare you use something that means so much to me against me! GUARDS!" Glinda shrieked, her voice strained at the sudden magnitude of yelling after just being awoken.
"Glinda, NO! It's me, Elphaba! Elphie...your best friend." Elphaba franticly whispered to the blonde, hoping to calm her.
"Don't lie to me! Elphie...Elphaba, she's dead." Tears formed as the blonde fell to the ground in an emotional heap.
"Glinda...it's really me. It's Elphaba. I'm not dead." Elphaba tried her best to prove her point now, dropping to the ground right along with Galinda and wrapping protective arms around her.
Galinda was crying at this point, sobbing with throaty groans at thinking this was all some sick and twisted nightmare of hers. She didn't want Elphaba in her dreams this way, she wanted them to be happy. Picnics, parties, and girl talks that she had to persuade Elphaba into to begin with. Not this horrendable experience. Nevertheless, Glinda threw herself into the lanky green girl's body, embracing her roughly around the neck with clamping arms. She was crying into a black shoulder, wailing with grief.
Elphaba hated seeing Glinda like this, she could only imagine how many gallons of tears the blonde had cried for her. It pained her seeing how much she affected Glinda, her best friend, the one she gave her heart to. Even if Glinda didn't even know. Then it hit her, pain in her shoulder, caused by those same damnable tears. Elphaba tried to shrug Glinda to a more padded area of her arm, but couldn't find any escape from the acid. Then something else hit her.
"Glinda, if you don't believe I'm here, then look at my shoulder..." Elphaba peeled the blonde from her with a gentle but firm force of her arms and tugged on the black material of her right shoulder to reveal a purple colored blister.
Glinda couldn't help but gasp, clamping her hands over her mouth in exasperation. It really was Elphaba. Her Elphie was alive. Blue eyes trained on the shoulder, taking in the damage she had done before traveling up a green neck, and eventually blue met brown.
"Oh, Elphie!" Glinda launched herself at Elphaba with wide, but now clear of tears, eyes. She held the green neck as her life line, and didn't even notice Elphaba's protests for breath.
Elphaba embraced the blonde in a tight hug, savoring the fact that Glinda had finally met realization. The grip on her neck was bearable, but almost choking. She brought a hand to her neck and pried at Glinda's fingers for some air. The blonde gave some slack to the green girl, but still held for fear of losing her.
A long moment was left holding one another and loving the reunion they had between them. Until, Galinda broke the peace.
A loud smack sounded off the walls of Glinda's room.
"Elphaba Thropp! How dare you! How dare you leave me here all alone! You lied to me!" Another smack sounded, this time to the green cheek that was untarnished, until now.
It stung. It stung bad. Elphaba deserved it though. She knew it. Glinda knew it. They both knew it. The knowledge was mutual between them. She only wished something else was mutual between them...
"Glinda...my sweet, I'm sorry. I-"
"Elphaba Thropp, hold your tongue! I was not finished yelling at you! Why did you leave me? Think I'd fare better without you? Think I liked believing the only person who mattered to me was dead? How would you like to cry yourself to sleep every night, wishing that that person was alive? Huh?! Well, I survived, Elphaba. Barely. Ever since I saw your silhouette melt, a part of me died."
"Glinda, I was trying to protect you! I wanted to tell you; Fiyero said it wasn't safe!"
"Oh, so Fiyero is the one I have to kill! That shallow, little self-absorbed airhead! Once I get my hands on him I- He isn't dead? Oh he will be once I'm through with him!"
"Glinda, no. Fiyero and I both agreed it'd be safer this way...I did want to tell you though. I'm sorry. But yes, Fiyero is alive...he's the Scarecrow."
"The Scarecrow Scarecrow?"
"Yes...Fiyero is the Scarecrow."
"I'll burn him alive..."
"Glindy...no."
"Why not? I've been best friend-less for five years, Elphaba!"
"Glinda, I'm sorry... And that sounds hilarious..." A shrill, but muffled laugh was emitted by Elphaba before she could stop herself. The amusement only increased when she saw the pout on Glinda's face.
"Shut up." A pale hand slapped Elphaba's arm lightly to get her quiet, but only roused more laughter from the green girl.
"Leave."
"What?" Elphaba immediately stopped laughing at Glinda's sudden command.
"I said, leave." Galinda tried her best serious face, and held it for a good three seconds.
A shrill cackle filled the air around the two best friends as Glinda fell into Elphaba's arms in yet another hug.
"I thought you were serious for a moment there, Glindy." Elphaba admitted.
"I was." Glinda huffed.
Elphaba couldn't resist smiling at Galinda's trademark pout. Arms weaved at her breasts, a puffed out bottom lip, and that adorable "you've got to be kidding me" look in her eyes. It was all too cute to not break into a grin. What made it even more hilarious was the frequency of that pout. Elphaba had the majority of Galantrums or was it Glantrums now? Either way, as Elphaba named them, she was usually the one receiving the memorable expression. She didn't mind them in the least. Poor Glinda probably thought it was a mute guilt trip, but to Elphaba, it was mere amusement. However, Elphaba couldn't deny Glinda, so, Glinda always ended with a smile at Elphaba's reluctant "defeat".
"I miss them, you know." Elphaba whispered, her voice cracked slightly at the memories.
"Miss what?" Glinda cocked her head to the side in obvious curiosity.
"Galantrums." Green lips elongated thinner than normalcy in a wide smile.
"Lurline, Elphie. The only combo word you've ever made and it just had to be about me and my tantrums." Glinda sighed visibly, head dropping slightly from the angled position.
"Well, you have them so often when I'm around. What else was I to call them? For Oz sakes, you called my study sessions, Nessie's Prayer. I take it you had seen how often my sister "verbally bonded" with the Unnamed God." Elphaba made her point, keeping to her own self-respect by voicing her distance with idols, gods, or any type of lord.
Glinda giggled uncontrollably, the image of their shared dorm at Shiz appeared blissfully in her head, picturing the day she had named Nessie's Prayer, Nessie's Prayer. She had walked into their room after a party at the Pub with the gang awfully late. It had to have been almost two in the morning she recalled. Then Glinda had spotted an unmistakable green form slouched over the small desk in the corner of their room. Life Science books were sprawled over the table in a way that resembled Nessarose's faith books on the girl's own desk. A green hand loosely clutched a pink quill, Glinda's. The fleeting thought of "pink goes good with green" flew by, and left her looking at the green blob again in her head. Glinda recalled awakening the girl with a gentle pat of the shoulder and soothing words at Elphaba's inevitable startle from awakening. Shoving her in the direction of a gray bed, she whispered the name in Elphaba's ear. "Sorry to interrupt Nessie's Prayer." Glinda could remember that memory in simple snapshots, a good bunch formed together in a faintly blurred version of a picture theater film.
"You know that name is perfect..." Glinda tried, knowing it wasn't even worth it. Elphaba never, ever lost. She only did it for the point of banter. A friendly chat as it would have been put. But a lot more in both of their hearts.
"It is, but so is my name for your tantrums." Elphaba retorted kindly, a knowing smile danced across green lips.
"I give up." Glinda giggled softly, Elphaba laughing right along with her.
