Chapter 43. Azzittire, Mi Amata
Rifiuto: Non Miniera
A/N: Azzittire, mi amata is Hush, my darling in Italian
A/N: Sovrano, is king in Italian and Regina is queen
A/N: Just so you know, I am going to be using Italian as the Vinkun language, French as the Kumbrican language, and Russian as the Lurlinian language in all my stories from now on, call me a sucker for romance; I love foreign languages, and some of them are just beautiful.
A/N: Ti voglio bene is I love you, and Ti amo is also a form of I love you, both in Italian. I used both because I thought it sounded more romantic for them to use two different phrases that mean the same thing. Basically, the Vinkun langues started out really difficult, but gradually got easier as time went on, hence the pronounciations. And, leave it to Elphaba to use the more complicated pronounciation when she speaks in the Vinkun tongue.
Elphaba awoke at midnight that night.
She lay snuggled in her husband's arms; they had forgiven each other earlier that evening, and spent the night talking softly.
Slowly, she sat up, and felt Fiyero's arm tug gently at her waist, pulling her closer to him.
As quiet as possible, she moved out of his grasp, and got out of bed, pulling her robe on, heading into the living room. She settled down on the sofa, and soon became lost in her own thoughts.
She thought back to when Fae was born, how beautiful she was, how small.
The gorgeous green of her skin.
At first, Elphaba had thought it a curse, that her daughter had been given her skin color, but soon came to love her. It made her unique.
Her daughter's navel had been pierced a few months after her birth, as was custom, and the tattooes added as she grew.
In all, the little girl was unique, like her mother.
She had her mother's long raven hair, her green skin, her dark brown eyes, her gorgeous features.
Fae was her mother through and through, from her looks to her grades. While Liir took after Fiyero, Fae took after Elphaba, always getting top grades in her classes, and surpassing her brother. She spent most of her time in the library, reading, usually going so far as to bring a book to dinner.
"I love you Mama." The last thing Fae said to her as they left the dorm that night to head back the hotel rang in her head. Shaking, she reached up to feel tears burning her cheeks.
"I love you." Elphaba jumped, turning quickly, to see her husband behind her. He'd woken up to the sound of sobs, and come into the living room, to find his wife sitting on the sofa in the dark, sobbing, and had come over and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"Yero?" She asked, shaking. He nodded.
"Oh Yero." Silent, he scooped her up, and carried her back to their bed, where he gently lay her down, and lay next to her, wrapping her in his arms.
"Shh. It's okay, my love." He whispered. "It's okay, mi amata."
Elphaba let out a sob at the old, tender nickname he used for her.
"Shh. Azzittire mi amata." He whispered, soothing her in the old Vinkun tongue.
"Ti voglio bene, mi sovrano." She whispered back, kissing him, before snuggling into him.
"Ti amo, mi regina." He whispered, holding her close, as he rubbed her back and tried to soothe her shaking body.
"Ti amo."