Author's Note (Not in bold in case this does not interest you at all): I saw Wicked the musical on January 7th. I creamed my pants. Fan girls clapped before the end of the Wizard and I song. I wanted to kill them. I am a converted fan of Idina Menzel. It was actually very inspiring, though. I thought it would completely butcher the book, but for some reason, it did have the basic points of the book. They just simplified it for people who can't read. (Ha ha.) But really, the character of Elphaba possessed a vague vulnerability that we do indeed, see in the book. In fact, the character of Elphaba is more explained than in the book, where one has to conclude her character by scraping together Maguire's observations. The musical is basically a fanfiction of a fanfiction.
For Chudley Cannon, whose stories I have yet to review and add them to favorites even though I love them AND have read them before writing these stories, yet do not do so in fear of looking like a reciprocating ass-kisser. I do know you people do that…I READ THE REVIEWS!
Yesh. That was long. TOO LONG. No author's note next chapter. Promise.
Peter Pan. By JM Barrie.
Found in the book (Wicked) but written with no italics or parentheses. Understood better that way.
Chapter 3: Once I Was a Feckless Dreamer
"You know, I still wouldn't like to have skin the color of shit."
They were all eating breakfast that one morning when the café opened early because of some kind of annual Wizard festival that pervaded the usually quiet neighboring town next to Shiz. The group probably consisted of Elphaba, Glinda, Boq, obviously Avaric, and perhaps Tibbett. Fiyero and Crope were probably still ordering their food at the counter or else Elphaba was sure Fiyero would've beat the hell out of Avaric.
Not that he would stoop that low.
"Funny, I prefer the color of his skin to yours, Avaric. Perhaps some tribal markings might remedy that boring pallor of yours." At the scathing remark, Boq opened his mouth to protest, but the blonde boy's dangerously low voice beat him to it.
"They say shit is a great fertilizer, Miss Elphaba. Why don't we arrange a room for the both of you? Maybe you can sit on him and grow."
"You do mistake me, Mister Avaric, for acting so small. What I meant regards something much bigger and larger than you, and I do mean that."
Glinda stared down at her eggs.
At that moment, Crope and Fiyero decided it would be a good time to join them and set their plates down on the table. Boq shifted nervously.
"Hey, wha'd you guys get?" He shot a warning glance in Elphaba's and Avaric's directions, then continued to pester Crope about the lackluster food.
Both parties refused to talk for the duration of the meal.
Later that day in one of the abandoned alleys about town, Elphaba gasped as her back connected hard with a brick wall. Her back burned with shivers of pain, but nothing seemed to deter her satisfaction in those burning gray eyes.
"A bit callous this morning, dear Elphaba?" He hissed through clenched jaws.
"Jealous, darling?" She felt his body push hers harder into the wall as she gazed up from night colored lashes.
"Jealous?" He threw his head back and laughed. "Jealous of that fucking darkling prince? Jealous of that damn Winkie who's got the attention of a fucking ugly green whore that I don't give a shit about?" His eyes glittered with something akin to disbelief and anger.
"Jealously will drive you mad", she whispered, flinching at the quiet sting of the word "ugly".
"Did you know Glinda knows about me?" Even then, she knew he could never say the two lettered word, "us".
Quickly, however, both their assurances to an enigmatic hell consoled that grievance of hers.
"You come in my room every night."
Funny, she mused, how Horrible Morrible set a blind eye to the two of them. It had been a month and a half now, wouldn't the old bat suspect anything? He let out a strangled hiss, madness-a certainty, Elphaba thought-tattooed in the whites of his eyes.
"Not tonight. I'm failing my Geographical Philosophies. Fuck." Elphaba's breathing quickened as his erection pumped clothed unto her dress. Nimbly, her green fingers fluttered as she hiked up her black dress, and he, still pushing her urgently against the wall, ripped the top of her buttons like a madman. He snaked his freezing hand into her ripped bodice, then held her up as his mouth found a nipple.
It was done fast, urgent, and scintillatingly dirty.
She refused to look at Glinda after she had run back to their room, soaking with sin.
If sin was water, though, it didn't burn much.
It was darkening when she arrived back, and in the dark she could also see Avaric, or someone that vaguely resembled him in both sorrow and beauty.
And in the dark, when she pulled the dusty covers over her body, there Glinda was. An Arduenna of the Uplands, there she sat with golden ringlets drooping down her lowered head like clouds too heavy with heaven's burden, yet too buoyant with heaven's promises to sink.
Glinda stared bleakly into the butterflies of dust existing in every ray of mothy, urine light left, and Elphaba watched her from the one eye cleverly poking from the fold of her blanket cover.
A one-sided Arduenna. A one-sided Arduenna was what she looked like to Elphaba Thropp just then. Poor Glinda, too unhappy because she will never be a full Arduenna. Yet envy Elphaba felt, for unlike her, in the most vulnerable of moments, she will always be able to hold her pinkie up as she nursed a cup of tea. She will never slump, even when her head is bowed.
By that, Elphaba will also never understand why Avaric shudders when he cums, his face twisted in both repulsion and what she will later recognize as something completely opposite.
"Sleep, Elphie. I can still smell him on you." Glinda's tone was harsh and tired.
But she couldn't sleep and her thoughts wandered until finally, she had to divert them to tomorrow's lecture with Doctor Nikidik and something funny Crope said that afternoon.
Later, very later, when all the stars disappeared into the violet cloud of night, Elphaba awoke to another layer of human skin enveloping hers. Face down, only his muscular back and naked ass showed. The flawless green, even in the dark, contrasted irresponsibly with the marble skin. The bed near hers rustled prematurely, feigned breathing masking her own. She directed her gaze to the ceiling above her.
"I thought you needed to finish your Philosophies paper." She hadn't bothered to whisper; there were no secrets in this room.
He didn't answer, so his silence answered for him.
She fluttered her fingers through his vaguely curly hair, twirling a tendril of her own in her left hand. He became hard again and through muffled moans and clamped lips they did it.
Afterwards, he smirked, a mocking kiss (1), and placed it on her earlobe.
"You know, I could probably marry you."
Her lips, usually gray against her candy-apple skin (2), glistened red with the mistake of a passionate bite. Opening one eye with a heavy lid, he had the faintest idea of what the snake looked like.
Wrapping her legs around Avaric, with him between her legs, she moaned slightly.
"You're not that stupid." Fastly falling asleep, she breathed his scent through her mouth.
"You're not that stupid."
Even for a Gillikinese of decaying nobility.
...Perhaps we are all meant to play with the broken pieces better.