Re: Edge of a rooftop; defying gravity/scaring himself
Fiyero had to take a steadying breath when the green girl drew away from him, the taste of mint still cool on his tongue. The spell, he knew, was broken, the endless moment over. He sucked on his lower lip, as her tongue swiped over hers, and he watched the approach of her broom. Looking up from her grasp on the handle, he met her gaze for a moment, a smile finding its easy place again, just as her defiance found its in a tip of chin. He rubbed his hand against the roughness of his chin.
She told him to say one thing. "It wasn't a game," he said earnestly. "It isn't." He didn't know if she'd listen to him or understand, but he felt like he had to tell her anyway. Fiyero looked to the broom again, then back. She told him to say one thing, but he said another. "You should dance more." This one was teasing, rather than earnest, and he smiled at her, the same way he had when he found her up here.