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Without really trying, or less, thinking about it, Elphaba found herself back in the attic of her small home across the desert from Oz.
Mixed anger, concern, and hope burned in green-golden brown eyes so very much like the ones she had glimpsed scant seconds prior. “You promised me you weren’t going to do it! We agreed- H-how was she? You went to her, right? Did she send you away?” The queries flowed out near simultaneously as Fiyero fought to keep himself in check.
Elphaba merely shook her head, mind and gaze back in Wizard’s palace.
“Fae! What happened?”
Still, his lover stared across the continent. Mouth falling slightly open, her fingers absently and yet urgently traced her lips.
“She kissed you?”
Neither one of them had spoken Glinda’s name since agreeing that the blonde could never know that they were alive.
Faintly, Elphaba shook her head.
Fiyero thumped his gloved palm down on the tabletop. “Fae!”
Elphaba came back to herself, glared with pursed lips, and then turned to leave the room.
Fiyero did not give in so easily. Shooting his striking hand out as Elphaba made to pass him, he gripped her arm above the elbow and wheeled her around. His other hand quickly caught her opposite arm. He winced at the momentary fear that shone in her eyes, then closed his own when fury overtook fright a blink later.
“Take your hands off me,” the witch hissed. She didn’t even need to utter the threat boiling in her throat for Fiyero to release her.
His fingertips went instead to her triceps as he murmured, “Fae…”
“I couldn’t go through with it,” she half-confessed in a frustrated mutter. “…And I didn’t mean to do it.”
Her lover let the partial lies stand without comment. “How did she look?”
“Good. …Happy.” Fond dreaminess over took emerald eyes.
“She has the most heartwarming smile, doesn’t she?” the living scarecrow asked in a sigh, getting lost in nostalgia himself.
“She does,” Elphaba responded, somehow both light and curt. Then she shrugged out of Fiyero’s caress and continued on toward their bedroom. What in Oz’s name am I going to tell him? What am I going to tell myself?