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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.

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likewinkiewine
2011-08-29 07:47 pm UTC (link)

Fiyero was slowly but surely getting used to...this. The whole situation still weirded him out. Once more, he didn't know what had changed with Elphaba. He honestly didn't know what he felt at this point. He felt alone and scared and for the first time he didn't have someone instantly to just be there. What was worse, he was giving up on the one woman he did want. Maybe that was just all her plan... He thought to himself sighing as he wandered from the master suit to the kitchen, his bare feet shuffling against the floor.

He didn't know what had changed though, he ran away with her and for a short time everything made sense. For just a little bit he understood the world and something felt right. He thought he was getting over it, if your definition of getting over is being hung up on then yes he was. And when he saw her in the kitchen, he couldn't help but get this dreamy look in his eyes.

"Ummm...sorry if I'm interrupting something, I was just getting a little hungry." His voice was a little quiet, he was unsure how to talk to her now! They'd been either 1. hating each other 2. loving each other or 3. avoiding each other since the day they'd met! Fiyero rubbed the back of his neck. "I mean I can wait if you'd like."

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tothewesternsky
2011-08-30 02:33 am UTC (link)

She had her nose buried in the recipe book she had laying open on the counter when Fiyero walked in. Chicken marsala. It had looked good, but Elphaba was still very unsure how well hers would turn out. Why was she even cooking? It wasn't like her to be domestic at all. But when there was nothing else to do, why not? Though she'd been thinking of taking some college classes, but she hadn't seriously pursued that option yet.

When Fiyero spoke, Elphaba was a little startled, if only because she was concentrating on the recipe. She looked up at him, smiling a little. "No it's all right. I was just going to make some chicken marsala, if you wanted some." Elphaba felt a little awkward. Well, more than a little. She honestly hated the position she was in, but what could she do? She carried so much Oz guilt around it wasn't even funny, and not to mention everything she'd been through in the near-year she'd been here. She knew that from Fiyero's perspective, she should still love him and be ready to run off with him, but that wasn't her anymore. "This recipe could easily feed a couple people. It just...might take a little bit to make." If it didn't come out as charcoal anyway. But hey, she'd at least try!

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