Rwar! Mama smash!
Who: Elphaba and Lúthien (NPC Dior) What: Discussing Halloween costumes When: Mid october Where: Elphaba and Lúthien’s house Rating: G Status: Complete when posted
Elphaba was idly flicking through the channels on the tv while Dior played on the living room floor with some cars. He babbled at them a little and she smiled down at him from where she was sat curled on the couch. An advert for Halloween came on and she realised she didn’t know if they had any definite plans for the evening. “Lúthien, have we been invited to any parties for Halloween?” she asked, calling into the kitchen over her shoulder.
“I’m not entirely sure,” Luthien called back. She came into the living room with a tray of sandwiches for them. “I was meaning to ask Glinda if she had some plans. I’d have to find someone to watch Dior after we take him trick or treating.”
“Well I was speaking to Glinda yesterday actually and she’s thinking about holding an all day event. Hiring out a hall and putting on activities for families and stuff during the day and then something for the adults in the evening,” Elphaba shifted her position on the couch and beckoned Dior over to sit by her while Lúthien brought the sandwiches in. “Come here, sweetie,” she said to the boy.
“That sounds like a lot of fun, actually. A safe place for the kids.” She sank into the chair, ruffling Dior’s hair and handing him a sandwich. She also gave one to her wife. Just thinking the word made her smile like a loon.
Elphaba helped Dior onto the couch between them so he could munch on his sandwich. “Yeah, it sounded like a proper family fun day,” she smiled at her wife over Dior’s head, then noticed she was smiling too. “Did you just think of me as your wife?” she asked knowingly with a wide grin.
“What as your first clue?” Luthien laughed, the slipped her hand over to squeeze Elphaba’s. “If I ever need a cheer up, I think of that. I do not think it will ever get old. It never did, the last time.” She winked at her. “And this time, I have such a lovely wife.”
“You mean you had another wife?” Elphaba teased, bringing her wife’s hand up to press a kiss to her knuckles, watching her over their joined hands.
“You know what I mean.” She shivered, and stroked Elphaba’s lips after the kiss. “I happen to enjoy being married, and I think I could not have chosen a better partner.” She almost added for the rest of her life, but paused there. She was certain she was no longer mortal, but she hoped she was. She desperately hoped she was.
“Well that’s good, because there’s no take backsies,” Elphaba grinned, running her thumb along the back of Lúthien’s knuckles as she settled their linked hands on the couch behind Dior. “Anyway, if we go to this party, we’re going to need costumes. Glinda suggested Dior should be a little prince with a little crown and a little sword,” she grinned, brushing her hand through the boy’s hair. “What do you think little man?” she asked him.
“I would not be taking backsies any marriage with you,” Luthien proclaimed. She looked at her son. “What do you want to be?”
He made pewpewing sounds and drew back a pretend bowstring.
“Do you want to be Legolas?” Luthien mused. They had watched the two Hobbit movies recently. Dior shook his head and gave them an exasperated look. “Hawkguy!”
Elphaba laughed, imagining him running round with a little bow and arrow pretending to be a superhero. “You wanna be Hawkeye? Ok sweetie, I think we can arrange it,” she kissed the boy on the forehead as she reached forward for a sandwich, handing one to Lúthien and sitting back with her own. “What about for mommy and Elphaba then Dior? What do you think we should dress up as?” she asked the boy before munching on her sandwich.
He pointed at Elphaba, then bit his lip as he thought intently on that. “Rwar! Mama smash!”
Luthien covered her mouth. “If you’re the hulk when what does that make me?”
Elphaba looked up at Lúthien over Dior’s head. Had the boy somehow known about Elphaba’s Dream-self? She doubted Lúthien would have said anything, maybe it was just co-incidental that he was going through an Avengers phase and liked the idea of having a Hulk for Halloween. “Why do you want me to be Hulk, Dior?” she asked, puzzled. “And what should mama be?” she asked, pointing at Lúthien.
“Uhm…” The boy took a bite of his sandwich and chewed messily. He started to talk with food in his mouth until Luthien scolded him, so he finished his bite before talking again. “Because mama needs to be Iron Man.” He had the tone of someone who thought that reason was very very obvious.
“Ah yes, of course,” Elphaba nodded as if the answer had been obvious the whole time. “So, if auntie Glinda was to join us, what would you want her to be?” she asked curiously. Glinda already had her costume sorted. The dress from her Dreams was going to look amazing.
Dior babbled something and what Luthien was able to translate from it was that Glinda was the princess they had to save. She ruffled her son’s hair. “Did you know that princesses can save themselves? What if Glinda was that kind of princess?”
He thought about that, then nodded. “She can saves us!”
“She would always save you sweetie,” Elphaba smiled at the boy, pushing back some hair from his forehead.
“Even heroes need help sometimes,” Luthien agreed. “Especially from their princesses. Did you know you’re a prince?” At his widening eyes, she nodded her head. “A long time ago, there was a kingdom under the forest.”
Elphaba smiled at the boy’s reaction and leaned forward to pick up a sandwich to hand to him and one for herself. Settling back on the sofa and munching on her sandwich, she looked over at her wife as she told the delightful boy the story of his Dream past.