|Elphaba isn't the wicked witch you're looking for (tothewesternsky) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2011-05-19 19:16:00
|Entry tags:||elphaba, fiyero|
Who: Fiyero and Elphaba
What: Meeting face-to-face again. What could possibly happen?
Because Elphie is fearful of what she might find.
Where: Her house
Warnings: Possibly swearing, definitely flailing and wtfing. Everything else is TBA.
Elphaba hadn't really slept much the previous night ever since her comment exchange with Elena. She knew she should go check the house, but she was scared of what she might find there. If Fiyero was here, that meant she'd have to face the rest of what happened in Oz, what happened between them, and somehow explain to him that she'd been here for several months. Of course, part of her hoped it was an earlier version of Fiyero, one that she wouldn't have to be weird and awkward around. But knowing her luck, Fiyero would be from her time because that's how the seals in this world seemed to work. Finally gathering up enough courage, she left her room and went down to the second floor. Methodically, she checked all the rooms, even Galinda's, but found them to be empty.
She was moving slowly, listening to see if she could hear anyone or anything. Elphaba had gotten good at listening to various sounds when she'd been on the run in Oz. The slightest change in a bird's call could alert her to approaching danger or someone else's presence. Why she was so afraid to go downstairs, it was hard to say. There was a lot in Oz she didn't want to face again, and likewise there was a lot she'd gone through here that she didn't want to go through again. She knew she'd have to explain to Fiyero what she'd gone through here, and half of it she didn't want to touch on. They were still sore spots for her, but he deserved to know. It was the least she owed him.
Finally, she moved down to the main level of the house and glanced around. She moved towards the kitchen, figuring she could pretend to be getting something to eat or drink instead of methodically looking for someone. Unconsciously, she grabbed the loose ends of her dark hair and started twisting them through her fingers, something she did when she was uncomfortable or on edge. Maybe this was nothing. Maybe Galinda just had a nightmare. She went around the corner of the dining room and stepped into the kitchen, taking a deep breath. By this point, she was lost in her thoughts and not really paying attention to where she was going. She was just starting to get over an emotional stress, she didn't know if she could handle Fiyero being here. It was hard enough for her to deal with her emotions, and she'd all ready had a breakdown, in front of Galinda, she wasn't sure she could take much else right now. But that's how this place seemed to operate. It dealt blow after blow without much time to recover in between.