Farewell sweet earth and northern sky (tinuviel) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-11-22 13:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, elphaba thropp, luthien tinuviel |
Really? You like my…rwar?
Who: Luthien and Elphaba
What: Truthiness!
When: During the truthiness plot
Where: Their house
Rating: PG
Elphaba was shaking the roast potatoes in the tray on the oven shelf when she heard the front door open. The wonderful smell of a full roast dinner wafted through the air and she had to admit that she was pretty pleased with the results of her handiwork. It wasn’t often she got to try her hand at proper cooking and when she had in the past it had generally been less than appetising, after all, why put the effort in when it’s just you you’re cooking for?
She shut the oven door and set the timer for another 15mins from now, that’s when she’d start steaming the vegetables. Turning, she smiled at Lúthien as she came into the kitchen. “Welcome home, how was your day?” she asked, leaning in for a kiss.
“My day wasn’t too good,” Luthien admitted, giving Elphaba a kiss. She frowned a little, then shrugged and wrapped her arms around Elphaba. “What are you cooking? It smells good.”
"What happened?" Elphaba asked, wrapping her arms around her and stroking her hair as they swayed on the spot. "It's roast dinner, chicken, potatoes, yams, peppers and some steamed broccoli and carrots. Sound ok?"
“Got into another argument with my agent. He wants me to dumb down some of my music! As if my fans are somehow idiots.” She shook her head. “And that sounds fine. I don’t like carrots but I can make do.”
“Dumb down? Why? You should probably look for another agent,” Elphaba commented, stroking a hand up and down Lúthien’s back. “Sorry, I forgot,” she winced. “I’ve been a bit distracted lately.”
“He thinks it should be simpler. More poppish. He called it too deep,” she complained angrily. “I’ll tell you what’s simple. He is!”
“Then change agent, he sounds like a dick who wants to put you in some stupid little Miley Cyrus, twerking box with all the others singers who don’t have the guts to go and sing about what they believe in and what they really feel. Sing what’s in your heart, you love the music don’t you? So do what you love, does it matter if you don’t have a video playing on MTV every hour of everyday? Or causing controversy on the front page of every newspaper in the country?” Elphaba ranted, suddenly realising that she didn’t think she’d ever talked so much in her life. “Sorry,” she blushed and gave an apologetic smile.
“I think I’ll fire him,” Luthien decided, nodding her head at the thought. She tried to picture herself ever dancing like that and it was laughable. “Thank you. I like it when you’re blunt. It’s beautiful.”
“I’ve been being blunt all day it seems,” Elphaba remarked. “Told one of my clients where to go when he started getting handsy. Think it’s pretty certain I won’t be handling anymore of his business,” she joked. “Speaking of blunt, when are we going to tell your parents about us and getting your son back?”
“I’d take his hand off,” Luthien murmured darkly. And that wasn’t even entirely her dark side talking. “After Christmas. I’d rather not rip him away from what he knows during the holidays.”
“You’re sure? Because I will do whatever it takes to get him back for you, even if the idea of suddenly becoming a mother scares the crap out of me,” Elphaba rambled honestly.
“It scares the crap out of me too. I handled all of that so wrong. What kind of mother can I be if I’d just…abandon him like that!?” Luthien sank into the couch and wrapped her hands around her arms.
“Yeah you did, but that’s in the past now,” Elphaba told her bluntly, surprising herself with her words before sitting beside Lúthien and taking one of her hands in her own. “Sorry, but we can only move on and look to the future now. You’re in a better position than you were before, there’s no point dwelling on what’s past because we simply can’t change it, but we can change what we do from this point on. So cheer up, we’re getting your son back, no matter how scary it may seem to both of us,” she smiled. “I don’t know what I can teach him myself, but I’m sure I’ll muddle through somehow,” she remarked, thumb stroking the back of Lúthien’s hand.
“I’m self-reliant now. I don’t need my father’s money.” She smiled at Elphaba and relaxed slightly. “I am certain I will be cut off. But I am also certain it will be worth it. Especially with you.” She took Elphaba’s hands and squeezed them.
“It doesn’t matter if you’re cut off, you’ve got your own career, you’ve got me,” Elphaba squeezed her hands. “I’m not going to leave you,” she told her. “Unless you lie to me or keep anything from me again in which case there’s not much that’ll stop me from packing my bags and moving in with Glinda...and as much as I like the girl, I don’t know if I could live with her, she’s too...perky,” Elphaba laughed lightly.
“I know, that’s why it doesn’t matter. I’m financially stable, and emotionally so. You make me emotionally so.” Though she worried about any courts viewing her being in a relationship as a net negative in getting her son back. She chewed her lip, and looked away. “I wouldn’t lie to you, and I wouldn’t keep something from you for any longer than it takes to figure out how to tell you.”
“I don’t want you to worry about how I’ll react, because I promise you I’ll react worse the longer you leave it,” Elphaba sat back on the couch, facing Lúthien, still holding hands. “If you tell me about a problem then we can work it out together, but I don’t want you to keep it to yourself and worry yourself sick over it. We’re going to be married and have your son with us, we need to be completely honest with each other or we won’t make it, ok?” she asked, making sure to catch Lúthien’s eyes and give her a reassuring smile.
Luthien liked it when they were this honest with each other. And when Elphaba was so….take charge and rwar because it did wonderful things to her insides. She opened her mouth and then blurted that out. The honesty. And the take-chargeness. She covered her mouth with her hands.
Elphaba let out a loud laugh at her forwardness. “Really? You like my…rwar?” she chuckled as she asked uncertainly, leaning her head back on the sofa to watch her fianceé.
“Well it’s… rather nice. Just because I like to be independant does not mean I don’t like it when you get this way. I like being …” She waved a hand, blushing. “I like being the lady.”
“Well, seeing as we’re both ladies,” Elphaba smiled as her gaze wandered over Lúthien’s face. “How about we agree to take turns?” she suggested with a grin.
Luthien grinned back. “How do you mean that? Because I am having some very naughty thoughts now…but then we have dinner cooking.”
Elphaba swatted her on the arm playfully as she laughed. “What are you like?” she laughed. “I’ve slaved over a hot stove for hours for you and you want to just...burn it all for some hanky panky on the couch,” she teased with a grin.
“Only if you are to pin me to the couch in the process,” Luthien replied, her face turning even redder. “Forget I said that. No, don’t forget I said that. Really.”
Elphaba laughed and shook her head, levering herself up from the couch before moving to the kitchen to turn off the oven, but making it look like she was checking on the contents. When she thought Lúthien was looking the other way, she trotted back into the front room and pounced on her, kissing her happily and crawling over her on the couch.
Luthien laughed, one leg hooking behind Elphaba’s as she kissed her back feverishly. “Gods but you make me so happy.” The emotion flooding her voice made her sound choked up, and she laughed again.
“Well, I try,” Elphaba shrugged, pretending it was a hardship as she laughed along with her fianceé. She stopped laughing as she gazed down at Lúthien, stroking her hair back from her face gently. “I love you, so much,” she told her. “Please don’t ever hurt me again,” she spoke honestly, brushing the backs of her fingers along the line of her jaw.
Luthien chewed her lip and nodded her head. It clearly still bothered Elphaba and she felt even more like a heel. She couldn’t say it wasn’t her fault - it had still been her, even if it had been another her. “I won’t. I promise.”
“Ok,” Elphaba smiled at her gently. “Now, where were we?” she grinned, leaning down to kiss her slowly and passionately.
Threading her arms around Elphaba, Luthien didn’t bother to respond with words, even if her lips were doing all the work.