|Elphaba isn't the wicked witch you're looking for (tothewesternsky) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2011-08-29 02:14:00
|Entry tags:||elphaba, fiyero|
Who: Fiyero and Elphie
What: Having a talk. Because they need to have one.
When: This evening
Where: Their house
Rating: TBA but most likely low
Elphaba had taken up trying to cook and bake lately. With Elena's help, she'd stopped turning everything to charcoal. But the truth was, she was doing it to mostly keep her busy, distract herself from thinking too much. Over-thinking everything was something she had a tendency to do a lot, but it wasn't something she could really help. For most of her life, she'd had to entertain herself somehow, and it was usually through books or thinking when she wasn't taking care of Nessa. And now she was starting to go stir crazy and she needed something to keep her busy, keep her mind from wandering too far onto subjects she didn't want to think about.
The truth was she'd been quieter than usual lately. When she wasn't talking to Elena, Fiyero or Galinda, she was in her own world. It was her defense mechanism, something she'd retreated to lately to keep her mind from focusing on the things she'd done. She was still consumed with guilt and remorse over having nearly killed Galinda, but she tried not to let that show. Thus the cooking came into play since she well knew she'd never be able to hold down a job. Elphaba wasn't a people person and would sooner get herself fired than actually keep a job.
She was currently in the kitchen looking through the fridge. She was pondering what exactly to make for dinner. There were so many recipes to try in this world! Oz knew she couldn't even attempt any recipes from her home, so she'd try this world's cuisine. Which she actually liked. She paused briefly, a memory of Jack flashing across her mind's eye. He was the one that had introduced her to this world's food. That picnic still stuck in her mind, even though she'd not been friendly towards him then. Shaking her head, Elphaba pushed the thought from her mind and refused to entertain any other memories of this place. Because she still thought she was wicked and didn't deserve love. She just now hid those thoughts from everyone around her.
Settling on something, she pulled out some ingredients and started preparing them for cooking. Her long ebony hair was pulled into a braid, and despite it still being summer, she was wearing a long-sleeved shirt and jeans, thus leaving her neck and face as her only exposed skin. She set about starting to cook, trying to keep her mind on lighter subjects.