|Elphaba isn't the wicked witch you're looking for (tothewesternsky) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2012-06-22 20:42:00
|Entry tags:||chloe sullivan, elphaba|
Who: Elphie and Chloe
What: Elphie is brooding as only she can. So clearly reading and relating to a fictional character is the answer.
When: Around 6ish this evening
Where: A park in Lawrence
Warnings: Brooding. Everything else TBA?
It was getting tiring to be in her house all the time. She knew that both Elena and Anakin knew she was depressed and trying so hard to hide behind a smile and pretend she was fine. But Elphaba wasn't exactly one who talked about sorrows. She just kept it all inside and dealt with it the way she always had, which was basically just ignoring it during the day as much as she could, then at night she'd let it haunt her. Truthfully, Elphaba was just giving up. Losing Galinda was really the last straw to it all. She'd lost so much over the years, and she was at the point where her heart couldn't take anymore. So she would just take the safe road and heal herself as best as she could. At least the Seal had given Elena back, otherwise Elphaba would be so lost right now. No doubt she would've reverted into the cold, distant woman she had been when she'd first arrived in this world. That's not what Elphaba wanted for herself, which is where Elena's presence helped immensely. Yes she was quiet, more than she normally was, but she wasn't in danger of flying off the handle or closing herself off completely. Her heart was tired and broken and she didn't have the tools to put it back together. Though truthfully, no one here had the tools to fix her heart, so she would try and nurse it until it hurt less, if it ever did hurt less.
So in an attempt to get out from under scrutinizing gazes, and also perhaps just to let Anakin and Elena be alone together for a while, Elphaba took a book and went to a park. She found a secluded part where people rarely walked so she wouldn't have to worry so much if her charm spell to degreen herself wore off. Even though it was summer, she was still covered from neck to ankles. Granted she was actually wearing a skirt and top instead of a dress, but still covered as much skin as she possibly could so she could get away with the possibility of her spell wearing off. Settling on the bench, she opened her book and started reading. Her choice for the day was The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley. It seemed interesting, and Elphaba just wanted a longer book that she could lose herself in. She'd arrived in the park in the early afternoon, and hadn't really realized how much time had passed. The charm spell had faded, letting her face and hands revert back to green. Though luckily people weren't around and with her hair down, it shielded her face as she read. She was firmly lost within the pages of the book, the rest of the world fading away. Even her own emotions faded away into the background as she inserted herself firmly into Morgaine's life. And as she read, she couldn't help but draw parallels between her life and the depiction of Morgaine's life in the book. Yet even so, she continued reading, wanting to see what would come next.