A/N: Uh oh, this chapter is a bit shorter than most...
Incommunicable Emotions
Chapter Two
"Open Wounds"
The more rooms Glinda passed by, the louder the singing got, and the thicker her tears flowed. Can it really be? She wondered inwardly. If this is Elphie..
Running quickly, she screeched to a sudden halt, almost bashing into the wall. The singing stopped, but not before Glinda had reached the room it was issuing forth from.
She hesitantly raised her hand, and knocked slightly. No reply. She knocked loudly, knuckles rapping smartly. This time, she heard a muffled gasp, and the sound of a cup of something being dropped, the contained liquid gurgling into the thick carpets.
Whump. The sound of a forehead making contact above the peephole. Then, no more. The soft wush wush wush of feet backing up, then a flump as the someone sat on the bed.
Glinda sighed. She had the wrong door, AND made a fool of herself in front of someone who she hoped she would never see again, for propriety's sake. Still, she could have sworn--
She caught sight of something, a black something protruding from under the door that she hadn't noticed before. She tugged on it slightly, and a black silk scarf came out, the friction purring. The mystery someone must have accidentally closed the door on it when walking in.
Glinda raised it to her nose, inhaling deeply. Coconut oil. The same kind Elphaba always used to clean herself. A part of the fringe was crisped and black...
"No, no Elphie, watch! I can turn your scarf into glass!" She twirled her wand, fumbling with it as it slipped. Elphaba rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the smile turning the corners of her lips. "I daresay you'll explode it like a certain sandwich we once knew of." Chanting under her breath, Glinda waved the wand with a flourish, pointing it at the silk Vinkus scarf. Whoomph. The scarf caught on fire, floating slightly. With a barely concealed cackle, Elphaba snagged it, patting the fire out. "Ah yes, your magical prowess never ceases to amaze me, my sweet."
"ELPHABA THROPP, YOU OPEN THAT DOOR THIS INSTANT!"
A slight shriek from inside, and a loud thump as she fell off the bed. Scuffles as she slid under the bed.
But Glinda wasn't to be daunted. She picked the wastepaper basket up from the hall, and proceeded to bash the doorhandle with it, until it eventually broke off and thumped to the floor. The door creaked open to an empty yet candle-lit room. A long curtain of black protruded from under the bed, however, and Glinda recognized it as her roomie's hair.
"El...Elphie?" She said hesitantly.
"No! You'll ruin everything I've worked for! Be gone, let me live my damned life in peace and solitude!"
Glinda dropped to the floor, shimmying beneath the bed as well. She got a handful of black cloak, and pulled. The cloak slid out easily, bringing with it a gangly green creature with a look of disbelief etched on its face. Without warning, Glinda pounced on it, hugging it fiercely.
"Elphie, oh god, oh Elphie!" She cried, tucking her face into the secret hollow where neck becomes shoulder. Tears flowed freely, soaking into her dress before they could marr the green alabaster skin beneath it.
Reluctantly, she turned herself sideways, holding Glinda and allowing herself to be held. But nothing could have prepared her for the abrupt clash of teeth and lips as Glinda kissed her.
Chesnut eyes widening, she pulled back slightly, then succumbing to the light-headedness that cloaked her. After a moment, she broke the kiss.
"Oh Glin," She whispered, resting their foreheads together. "You fool, I've missed you."