Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked.
Notes: Booksical? Not one of my favorites, but it'll work.
Mercy Me
020. Colorless
By Elizabeth Odessky
She dreams that it is different.
Sometimes different means with a boy. Boq or Fiyero or Avaric or any of the scores of men her parents insist upon setting her ip with.
But this time different simply means plain. Norman, in a sense. Creamy, unblemished skin – darker than her own, but still lighter than it was. When they're together, it's almost impossible to tell where one girl ends and the other begins.
She dreams simply to dream, but when she wakes she checks, just to be sure. And when she feels Elphaba's arm around her waist and Elphaba's breath warm and moist against her neck, she decides it doesn't really matter.
A world without color, she decides, would be very dreadfully dull.