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Author's Note: This is the companion to Red (the last one). This is the third of the Writer's Choice prompts, It.
RATED: K+
It
098. It
by Fiyero Oberon
companion to 011. Red
"What did you get Elphaba?"
Frex looks up at Melena; he is kneeling on the floor beside the armless Nessie, dangling the ruby above her so the sun catches it and throws small drops of blood red all over the little girl. She gurgles and he raises his eyebrows. "What?"
Melena is exasperated; she has never cared for the green child either, but she knows better than to give Nessarose a gift and not Elphaba. "You didn't get something for her, did you?"
"It doesn't need anything."
"Don't call her an 'it'!" Melena slaps Frex as she sweeps out of the house, looking for a white stone or something for Elphaba.
"You don't like it either!" Frex calls after his wife.
Elphaba remains in her corner, her hands still grasping the green glass sphere, eyes wide, teeth gnashing, lips whispering, "Horrors horrors horrors…"
