Re: Edge of a rooftop; defying gravity/scaring himself
Dancing was nothing to a guy like him, or the guy he'd once been. But, this wasn't nothing. Maybe it should've been, but it wasn't. The other girl, the one the green girl mentioned, she didn't have his heart. If he had a heart and it was real, she didn't have it. Even he didn't understand why. She should've been the perfect match for him. They could do anything. But, none of it was real. For him, it wasn't. It was all about the varnish, about appearances. He didn't know if he was remembering this now, if it had happened, or if it was something that was supposed to happen, but he knew this: she wasn't for him. Which made him not for her. She deserved better too.
Not that he was an entirely selfless being. He wasn't. He saw that flash of guilt on the girl's face. Elphaba, he reminded himself. But, Fiyero couldn't remember if there was anything to be guilty about. Did he have someone? The blonde girl? He didn't think he did. He was trying to remember, right around when the green girl stopped moving with him. Her chin went up in what had to be quadruple defiance at this point, but her hand was on his shoulder and she was still very close. Her lips, he noted mentally, were green too. A little darker than the rest of her, but still.
Fiyero seemed lost in thought, if a straw man could have thoughts. Then, if she didn't stop him, he kissed her, right on her green lips.