He poured a drink of some alcoholic beverage he had unearthed from the kitchen cupboards. He wasn't sure what it was, and he hadn't troubled to find out because he was just looking for something strong enough to chase away the memories that haunted him when he closed his eyes. Tossing the alcohol back, he grunted at the sting and immediately poured another. He had lost count somewhere after five. Maybe it was eight. He wondered if his confusion could mean that he was drunk.
"It's raining, Yero," she murmured into his ear, pressing her lips against his deliciously soft skin.
He shifted so he could look up at her and grinned as he said, "And?"
"I want to play in it," she replied as her eyes sparkled mischievously.
"You know, I did just regain my human body," he said slowly, reaching up to run his hands through her silky hair. "We could do other, more productive things."
"There will be plenty of time for that later," she said firmly. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him in the direction of the door, "Come on."
He relented and followed after her, wincing as the rain drops sprinkled across his face. She laughed, turning her face up to the sky, her mouth open, as the water drenched her dress, making the cloth cling to her body. He grinned at the sight and taking her hand, he whirled her in a circle, catching her up in his arms.
She kissed him and whispered, "I love you, Yero."
"I love you, my Fae," he breathed, kissing her again.
Shaking his head, Fiyero gulped down another glass and nearly missed the table when he set it down. He felt like he was losing his memories of her, the ones he wanted to keep even as he tried to forget the pain. He fumbled with his glass for a moment as he fixated on the color of her eyes. Hazel, that was the right color. He had thought her hazel eyes only added to her mystery as they darkened to a stormy green with lust or changed to brown when she was sad. He poured some more alcohol into his cup and fingered the rim for a moment before picking it up. As he raised his eyes from the table, his gaze caught onto a pair of green eyes staring at him. Startled, he fumbled with the cup, nearly dropping it.
"Fiyero, what are you doing?" Glinda asked, wrinkling her nose as she looked down at him.
Shrugging his shoulders, he muttered, "Having a drink. What do you want?"
"How many drinks have you had?" Glinda pressed as she sat down at the table and examined the bottle.
"Not sure," he slurred, knocking back what was left in his cup. "Maybe ten."
Her eyes widened, and she looked back at the bottle, saying, "Oz, Fiyero, that stuff is really strong. How are you even conscious right now?"
"Dunno," he replied, picking the bottle up and sloshing some of the amber liquid into his glass. "Want some?"
She hesitated before nodding her head and pulling out a glass from the nearby cabinet, "Yes, please."
He poured her a little and drank his a little more slowly; Glinda gazed down at the alcohol in her glass and then swallowed it all in one gulp, holding out her cup to Fiyero."
"Fill her up," she instructed, gesturing to her glass.
Fiyero gaped at her, "When did you learn to drink like that?"
"I told you, I had a hard time dealing with your fake deaths," she replied bitterly. "That meant a lot of time spent drinking the night away and crying. There is a reason there is an overabundance of alcohol in this palace."
He simply poured her some more, most of the liquid sloshing over the rim and onto her hand. Frowning, Glinda took the bottle out of his hands despite his protests.
"I think we'll waste less if you'll allow me to pour our drinks," she replied firmly. She sipped her beverage as she studied him, finally asking, "Were you thinking about her again?"
He nodded his head miserably and said, "Every night. I can't forget, and I don't want to." He swallowed what was left in his glass and held it out for more. As Glinda refilled his cup, he asked quietly, "Glinda, how long did it take you to move on?"
She paused and fixated on the table, tears burning in the corners of her eyes. Clearing her throat, she said, "I still haven't really moved on. The pain of losing Elphaba has eased, but you…"
"What?" he pressed.
She sighed, "You're still here. I'm still trying to move past the fact that you lied to me for three years about your feelings for me, and you proceeded to deceive me for two more. Do you know how much I wish I could have had even half that time to spend with Elphaba? Can you even understand losing someone that close to you after only having her for such a short period of time?"
"I could try," he replied cautiously. "I mean, I did what I thought was best. You couldn't know…"
"I am so tired of that line you pull out of your ass whenever I bring this up," she snapped, slamming her glass onto the table. "I am a grown woman. Just the knowledge that you two were safe would have been enough to keep me happy. I wouldn't have been left feeling like I was completely lost because I lost my two best friends. And, besides, that doesn't make all the lying you did before you ever left all right."
"We didn't know at the time how you would react," he explained. "I lied to try to make you happy, Glinda. Why can you forgive Elphaba, but you can't forgive me?"
"Because she wasn't the one who betrayed me," Glinda hissed, her eyes bright with anger and tears. "She allowed you to go with her because she loved you, but she didn't ask you to do that. She deserved to be happy, Fiyero. If you came here looking for absolution, you might as well leave because I am not going to give it to you."
Fiyero glared down at the cup clutched in his hand and threw it against the wall. Glinda shrieked with surprise when the glass shattered and fell to the floor as Fiyero stood up, his jaw clenched.
"I may have lied about my feelings for Elphaba, but that doesn't mean I never loved you," he snarled before he stormed out of the kitchen.
Glinda watched him as he left, tears falling down her cheeks. She ignored them and reached for the bottle, allowing the sting of the alcohol to make her forget everything.