Re: Edge of a rooftop; defying gravity/scaring himself
Skin deep. That was as far as most people knew Fiyero, and he them. Like everything else, it seemed like only gilding. Make it shine and glitter, and it didn't matter if all that was underneath it was rot. Dancing through life was a full-time job. It was one Fiyero was pretty good at. Most of the time. If he looked at everything through half-cracked eyes and didn't go beyond 'skin deep.' ...But, he hadn't even gotten to 'skin deep' with anyone who was green before. She might be different, she might be like everyone else, the girl on the ledge. But, she was already different, for putting the distance between herself and the throngs below. It was bad to be different, didn't she know?
Lifting a hand, Fiyero touched at the tips of his stiff hair. Half-man, half-mannequin. Mask and hat and charming smile, that was him. There was nothing else to him. Or so it went. Really, there was much more, but not anywhere that could be seen. He took a step closer to the edge. "My...?" She was green. Her pointy hat shimmied on her head as she shook it. When she told him she'd go down if she wanted, he felt the weight of her anger. "It's only dancing," he told her as he joined her, his own legs dangling now over the lights. "You can dance anywhere."