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tamingthemuseUm...yeah. I don't know where this came from. This is called I've seen too many videos and listened to the soundtrack way too much.
Title: Flying Thoughts
Fandom: Wicked (the Musical)
Rating: PG
Prompt: #116 - Rolling Stone Crushes Toes for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Spoilers: Post the song "Defying Gravity", I suppose.
Disclaimer: Oh god, this is so not owned by me. I apologize to all involved in the book or the Broadway productions.
Summary: How had it all fallen apart? How had it all come to this?
Wordcount: 597
How had it all fallen apart? How had it all come to this?
All she'd wanted was to change the world. All she'd wanted was to fix things, to help people, to help her world, to stop the world from being ravaged by evil.
Now, though, she was the very evil they wanted rid of. Her magic had condemned her, her accusations ringing falsely in the ears of everyone around her. They didn't understand; they hadn't seen or heard him. He was pretentious, he was foolhardy, he was more powerful than she had thought, even without magics.
She had the book, but nowhere to go. She had a friend, a hard fought for one at that, but she couldn't take her with her. No; they'd each made her choice, and personally, she was sort of glad she was the only one leaving. She didn't want to taint her friend with this. Not her sunny spirit, however too bright it could sometimes be, or her sweet smile and voice she'd actually begun to enjoy.
She was a loner, now. Alone. She felt used and abused, ripped at the seams, no solid foot to stand on. Just the air beneath her as she flew, her green skin almost shimmering in the moonlight.
She'd always wanted to fly, to see the world from the eye of one above. Now, though, she didn't want any of it.
What was she supposed to do? Where was she supposed to go? How was she supposed to stop what was happening to those she cared about? To the innocents that were having their powers stripped from them? Didn't anyone except her care?
Apparently not. No, they only cared about themselves, their own ambition, and that damn wizard. She hadn't been any better; she'd put all of her hopes and dreams into him as well. Felt a possibility of not being a loner anymore, of standing out not because of her skin, but because of her talents, her abilities. She had a gift, had been told she'd had a gift, except...
Well, it had come from a friend, a mentor, who had wound up betraying her to everyone in the city. The person she'd trusted, and they'd twisted things horribly.
Ironically, the person she'd liked the least, the one she'd loathed above all others, was the one who had come to her side, who'd taken her hand and stayed close when the voice had cried out, loud and booming, just what she apparently was.
Wicked.
She'd had to prove it, to lead their attention away. She hoped it was worth it: it was the least she could do, for the true support she'd received from the person she'd least expected to be able to call friend. To call a dear friend, a best friend. To call...
She focused on the spell as the broom gave a small dip beneath her. There wasn't any going back at this point. She had to formulate a plan, had to figure things out. She would be the change that Oz needed; she would be the goodness that would save them all. She was a rolling stone, and there would be no moss covering her to slow her down.
And sometimes, a rolling stone crushes toes, and she was perfectly all right with that. There were definitely people that needed to crushed.
For now, though, she had to land, and she had to rest, and she had to plan. Making sure her bag was tucked away to avoid hindering the landing, Elphaba began to descend.
She'd defy gravity again tomorrow.
~Nebula
Title: Flying Thoughts
Fandom: Wicked (the Musical)
Rating: PG
Prompt: #116 - Rolling Stone Crushes Toes for
tamingthemuseSpoilers: Post the song "Defying Gravity", I suppose.
Disclaimer: Oh god, this is so not owned by me. I apologize to all involved in the book or the Broadway productions.
Summary: How had it all fallen apart? How had it all come to this?
Wordcount: 597
How had it all fallen apart? How had it all come to this?
All she'd wanted was to change the world. All she'd wanted was to fix things, to help people, to help her world, to stop the world from being ravaged by evil.
Now, though, she was the very evil they wanted rid of. Her magic had condemned her, her accusations ringing falsely in the ears of everyone around her. They didn't understand; they hadn't seen or heard him. He was pretentious, he was foolhardy, he was more powerful than she had thought, even without magics.
She had the book, but nowhere to go. She had a friend, a hard fought for one at that, but she couldn't take her with her. No; they'd each made her choice, and personally, she was sort of glad she was the only one leaving. She didn't want to taint her friend with this. Not her sunny spirit, however too bright it could sometimes be, or her sweet smile and voice she'd actually begun to enjoy.
She was a loner, now. Alone. She felt used and abused, ripped at the seams, no solid foot to stand on. Just the air beneath her as she flew, her green skin almost shimmering in the moonlight.
She'd always wanted to fly, to see the world from the eye of one above. Now, though, she didn't want any of it.
What was she supposed to do? Where was she supposed to go? How was she supposed to stop what was happening to those she cared about? To the innocents that were having their powers stripped from them? Didn't anyone except her care?
Apparently not. No, they only cared about themselves, their own ambition, and that damn wizard. She hadn't been any better; she'd put all of her hopes and dreams into him as well. Felt a possibility of not being a loner anymore, of standing out not because of her skin, but because of her talents, her abilities. She had a gift, had been told she'd had a gift, except...
Well, it had come from a friend, a mentor, who had wound up betraying her to everyone in the city. The person she'd trusted, and they'd twisted things horribly.
Ironically, the person she'd liked the least, the one she'd loathed above all others, was the one who had come to her side, who'd taken her hand and stayed close when the voice had cried out, loud and booming, just what she apparently was.
Wicked.
She'd had to prove it, to lead their attention away. She hoped it was worth it: it was the least she could do, for the true support she'd received from the person she'd least expected to be able to call friend. To call a dear friend, a best friend. To call...
She focused on the spell as the broom gave a small dip beneath her. There wasn't any going back at this point. She had to formulate a plan, had to figure things out. She would be the change that Oz needed; she would be the goodness that would save them all. She was a rolling stone, and there would be no moss covering her to slow her down.
And sometimes, a rolling stone crushes toes, and she was perfectly all right with that. There were definitely people that needed to crushed.
For now, though, she had to land, and she had to rest, and she had to plan. Making sure her bag was tucked away to avoid hindering the landing, Elphaba began to descend.
She'd defy gravity again tomorrow.
~Nebula
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Date: 2008-10-12 04:57 am (UTC)*HUGS* Great job, love. Your writing just keeps getting better and better. : )
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Date: 2008-10-12 08:51 am (UTC)No; they'd each made her choice, and personally, she was sort of glad she was the only one leaving. She didn't want to taint her friend with this. Not her sunny spirit, however too bright it could sometimes be, or her sweet smile and voice she'd actually begun to enjoy.
That feels like such a perfect description of their friendship - especially when you consider their first impressions of each other and how Elphaba hated her voice at first.
She was a loner, now. Alone. She felt used and abused, ripped at the seams, no solid foot to stand on. Just the air beneath her as she flew, her green skin almost shimmering in the moonlight.
She'd always wanted to fly, to see the world from the eye of one above. Now, though, she didn't want any of it.
Oh, you make me hurt for her with those sentences.
Ironically, the person she'd liked the least, the one she'd loathed above all others, was the one who had come to her side, who'd taken her hand and stayed close when the voice had cried out, loud and booming, just what she apparently was.
Wicked.
She'd had to prove it, to lead their attention away. She hoped it was worth it: it was the least she could do, for the true support she'd received from the person she'd least expected to be able to call friend. To call a dear friend, a best friend. To call...
And again, such a great way to reference the friendship and how unlikely it was to them and everyone else. And I love how you give us this glimpse into her thoughts and what she's doing.
So, yes, this was great and now I need to go listen to that soundtrack! ^_^