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Independent Liir Throppfrom Gregory Maguire's Wicked YearsSon of Elphaba ThroppSon of Fiyero Tigelaarwritten by Sam.TRACKING: spawnismsESTABLISHED:05/25/2016

[watchoutforintellect]

I need a father, I need a mother, I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God but the sky is empty.

Sylvia Plath - Taken From ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’ February, 1956 (via watchoutforintellect)

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WCSTERNSKIES

     ❛ mhm, ❜ she listens intently, amused at his intense concentration & dedication to the seemingly mundane task. ❛ and how would you clean the cauldrons - and the empty vials with drops of potion still stuck inside? we wouldn’t want a repeat of today’s incident, would we? ❜

     again, she’s testing him. as much as elphaba tries to convince herself otherwise, she truly does care for liir - and she doesn’t wish to see him injure himself ( once again ). standing abruptly, she offers a verdant hand to the boy to help him pull himself up. ❛ well? ❜

    how to clean the cauldrons? he doesn’t want another injury to his hand or any other part of him. if the vials are empty, perhaps she should throw them out or clean them out. Or he’ll clean them out for her, since he doesn’t want her to touch water. he knows how it burns her and doesn’t wish for her to get hurt. 

       “we get rid of the broken glasses, vials. anything that’s not broken, can be cleaned and then you can use them again!”

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WCSTERNSKIES

     he’s so diligent, her boy - completing his chores & starting breakfast before either of his parents had woken ( he must take after her in that regard, for fiyero surely wouldn’t be up until much later. ) raising an eyebrow in surprise, she’s momentarily left speechless ; before she replies. ❛ of course. how would you like them? ❜

     elphaba’s already moving toward the stove, grabbing the pan of coffee and pouring a generous helping into a mug. she takes a drink, ignoring the pain of the scalding liquid as it slides down her throat. ❛ are you sure you don’t want any? ❜ she asks, rhetorically, of course, for she knows how much he hates the stuff. but sometimes, it’s fun to joke with him. 

     liir thinks for a moment, before deciding on his most predictable answer. “scrambled.” one day he’ll change things up in his breakfast, maybe even his life but that time was not now and not anytime soon.  

     the boy wrinkles his nose at his mother. she knows he hates, no loathes, the taste of coffee and yet here she is, teasing him! mother of the year, truly. he shakes his head, taking a long sip of his milk, not once taking his eyes off her, as if he fears she’s pour some of that horrid bitter liquid into his glass of milk. not taking that risk, especially if she’s already teasing him so early. 

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WANDERINGOZIAN

               “ It’s not going to be fixed! You made your choice when you abandoned me. You don’t get to pretend you ever  cared about, that you ever really loved me. Not now, “ Rain scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest.” It’s broken and it’s… It’s impossible to fix now .Everything is rusted over. Maybe you should just have a new daughter. Try over with her. “ No, Rain certainly didn’t want that. But she wanted to hurt him, make him feel all of the sorrow and pain she’d felt since she realized - or at least thought she realized - her parents didn’t want her.

    He can’t believe the words he’s hearing. Have a new daughter? Try over with her? Why would he do such a thing, more importantly, why would she think he’d do that to her? “Rain, listen to me, please. I love you. You’ve never left my thoughts. I didn’t abandon you, I had to send you away for your own protection and it killed me to that. You’re my daughter and I never wanted you to get caught up in the troubles I was facing. I didn’t want anyone hurting you just to harm me.” He didn’t want her to be murdered just to weaken him and discourage him. 

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LIITLEGREENBEAN

       “Oh please.” Ophelia scoffed and loudly at that. “It doesn’t matter what kind of bullshit you use to clear your own conscience, you’re going to break our mother’s heart for abandoning her. You can lie to yourself all you want. You’re leaving town, which you may never be able to enter again. Sure. You’re totally going to come back of your own fruition. Don’t let the door hit you on your way out.”

       It did hurt, knowing that he would just leave them behind as though they didn’t matter to him and never had. But who was she kidding. He had always hated her growing up, as if anything that she ever could say would stop him.

     He doesn’t see it as much of a big deal if he left town. The town of Storybrooke is always under constant attack by some magic force or person who wants revenge. It’s tiring and he’d feel much better if he and Rain weren’t in Storybrooke. They could live a normal life, no constant threats, no being sucked into another realm. He wants normal, he wants a life without magic for them. Liir wants the best for his daughter, he wants to live a life where she’s not depending on magic or having magic take away everything she deserves. 

     “Say what you want about me, Ophelia. It will not change my mind. Hate me all you want, but I’m doing the right thing. Maybe once you’re older you’ll understand.”

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WICKCDWINS

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     When her father found his way into the little liquor they could afford, it was always cause for alarm. Especially ever since Liir had come into this world. Zelena’s son had been exposed to too much as it was in his young life. For years, the young witch wondered if there would ever be an escape from this hell and the father that never loved her. Every day, even a moment of freedom felt too distant to dream of. Her father had begun to get rowdy and though Liir had already seen the fruits of that in the past, it was best to keep him away from it as much as possible. 

    Drunkenly, her father swung a half empty bottle at Zelena and in a panic, a single hand raised. In these traumatic instances, her magic pulled through for her and froze him in place. “Come Liir. We need to go.” She tied her own cloak on and scooped the young boy into her arms. They wouldn’t last more than a night out in the cold but if they could find somewhere to sleep, perhaps her father would be calm enough in the morning to manage.

     He didn’t like his grandfather drinking. It scares him, especially when he’s drunk and tries to hurt his mother. The thought of his mother getting hurt scares him even more. Zelena is all he has and he depends on her because he can’t yet depend on himself. Of course, what small child could take care of themselves? Liir often wishes his father was around to care for them, to take some of the stress and worry from his mother, to protect them for his grandfather’s drunken antics. 

     The young boy is hiding underneath the table, his worn and tattered blanket wrapped around him, his homemade stuffed duck held close. Hearing his mother’s voice telling him to come, he quietly comes out from beneath the table, shaking something terrible. He holds onto her, a tiny arm wrap around her neck, his other hand holding his toy close. “Where we go?” He asks, in a soft voice. 

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WANDERINGOZIAN 

    “ Well, I am. And no magic is going to turn back time and change things. Sometimes you just have to live with it, “ It’s too serious and calm for the girl faced with her crying father apologizing for abandoning her. Rain had imagined this for years now and it was right there. In front of her. Her heart hurt, but Rain wanted to be furious and angry.

      “ I need fresh air. “

     He is living with it and will continue to until his dying day. He’s been living with the guilt of having someone else raise his little raindrop, when he should have come up with a plan to keep her with her parents. He wonders if it would have been safe enough to just take her to Kiamo Ko when he found her that day. She would’ve been safe, they would’ve been safe. He would have never had to send her away. A moment in which he will regret for the rest of time. 

              “Rain, please. I’m trying to fix this.” 

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LIITLEGREENBEAN

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        “So, when’s the day you plan to break mother’s heart? If you’re going to abandon us you may as well give me a time frame so I know when to be ready to pick up the pieces.” Ophelia examined her nail nonchalantly. If he were so hellbent on tearing their family apart, she wanted to get every dig into him until he understood exactly what he was doing.

     “I have no plan to break our dear mother’s heart but Rain and I will be leaving around August 10th. Ophelia, I have told many times before and it looks like I must tell you again, I am not abandoning this family. We’ll visit and the two of you can come visit. I’m doing what I believe is best for Rain and I.”             Liir knows what she’s doing, and he refuses to allow her little plan to work. His mind is set and nothing she can do, or anyone for that matter, is going to change his mind. He’s already made a deposit on an apartment for Rain and him in New York. 

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WANDERINGOZIAN

       “ Don’t touch me! “ At once, Rain squirmed and struggled to get out of his grasp. In that instant, she appeared more like a wild feral animal, willing to gnaw her own arm off if it meant escape. After a few seconds though, she calmed down into the hug,  although she still breathed heavily and remained stiff. She would not hug back.

    “ … Everyone’s failed me. I’m used to it. “

    Liir pulls back, a few tears sliding their way down his cheeks. It’s also in this moment that he feels he’s truly failed her in every way possible, especially as a father. She should not be use to failure the way he is. She’s too young to know what failure is. He releases his grip on her, stepping back and quickly wipes his eyes and cheeks. 

         “But you shouldn’t be and it’s my fault. I thought I was protecting you by sending you to Glinda, but instead I only ended up hurting and failing you. The two things I never wanted to do.”

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FORWANTOFASOUL

Elphaba loves him, truly she does, but sometimes he does a very good job at driving her utterly to distraction. There’s a lightness in her that contrasts so sharply with the way she felt before this - before he entered their lives - that makes it impossible to do anything but begin to smirk at her son’s retreat.

She follows him, but not particularly quickly, and only as far as the door.

“I’m only confirming things that we all already know!” She calls after him, laughter escaping before she can finish her sentence. 

   Fiyero had heard his son calling out to him, frowning half-heartedly at the words and at Elphaba’s response.  He places a hand upon Liir’s shoulder when the young boy reaches him, calling out, “Elphaba! I’m his hero! He doesn’t need to be hearing such false things about his father!” 

     Liir covers his mouth in a poor attempt to withhold a laugh. “Yeah!” The boy daring not to say a word more from the fear he might burst into laughter just as his mother did. 

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FORWANTOFASOUL

Oh, she recognises that expression. It prompts a fond-yet-exasperated smirk of her own, and a roll of her eyes before she speaks again.

“Oh you do, do you? And since when, my darling, did you become the expert on such matters?”

    He doesn’t believe himself to an expert of anything. Liir hasn’t had the schooling or experience to think of himself in such a way. But he does believe he understands enough about magic ( a perk of having a witch as a mother ) to think with a little of her magic they can accomplished their goal of making lots and lots of sweet and yummy treats. 

          “I do and not an expert. I just have an awesome witch mom.”

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VILLAINOFTHISSTORY

“…I’ve decided no such thing.” Regina says, her voice shifting gradually to a far gentler tone. Clearly being demanding with this boy isn’t going to do much of anything except make him defensive; she needs a different approach, one that will allow her to speak to him without being closed off. “I’m hoping for quite the opposite, actually. And for the record, you’re my nephew. Even if your mother is a complete idiot, I do care about you. That’s what families do.”

She wonders for a moment if that word really means anything to him. Family. Growing up in Oz couldn’t have been easy, especially with her absolute dunce of a sister for a parent. Liir may not really know what it’s supposed to feel like growing up with people to actually guide his actions. Maybe this experience will actually do him a bit of good.

He takes notice of the change in her voice. As he’s gotten older, Liir’s begun to notice those little things. He’s no longer the not very observant child he once was nor does he need someone pretending  to care about him. They may be related by blood, they may be family but it doesn’t mean anything to him. His family is just him and his mother, before her jealousy towards Regina took completely hold of her. 

“She is not an idiot!” He snaps, “And you don’t care about me! Just admit it! The only person that ever cared about me is gone because of you!”

Liir blames her for everything bad that has happened to him, not even considering or beginning to blame that is to truly blame for it all. Cora. His mother hardly talks of her, only of Regina and how she’s gotten everything Zelena deserves. He was so young when it all happened, his young mind not comprehending the full aspect of everything his mother was feeling or going through and his mind is still set in that mindset.   

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WANDERINGOZIAN

                   “ You left me behind too. Don’t try and act like you’re so much better than her! At least this time, I’m not a young child who doesn’t know what it means to be loved! “ The words snapped out of her voice in a crack, breaking the air in half. 

                “ You don’t get to pretend that you’re innocent! “

   He looks away from her. Liir regrets sending her away, even if it was for her own protection. He’s her father, he should have been the one to protect her, not Glinda. He’d do anything to go back and change that. Without saying a word, he pulls his daughter into a hug, regardless of if she wants it or not. He doesn’t want her to see the tears forming in his eyes. 

       “I’m not pretending that I’m innocent. I made a mistake and I will live with that for the rest of my life, knowing I failed you when you needed me the most.

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WANDERINGOZIAN

              There’s a pause before Rain sighs and nods - then shakes her head. It’s a lot of things. It’s a huge  combination of things but finally Rain brings the words to her lips.

               “ It’s not just that. “

   He steps towards her, concern present on his face. Liir knows what its like to live without a parent, and what its like to live when a mother leaves her child behind. He didn’t understand it in the moment she left and he still doesn’t understand why or how she could leave Rain behind. 

                        “Then what is it? What else is bothering you?”

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WANDERINGOZIAN

Rain turned away from him with folded arms in that very cliched manner meant to represent ignoring the other person. She had said she wasn’t going to speak to him.

    He sighs, perhaps for the billionth time today. How is he suppose to help her, help their relationship if she won’t talk to him? He’s hesitant but ask, “Is this about your mother leaving us?” 

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WCSTERNSKIES

     she can’t help but smile ( or, her equivalent of a smile - which appears more of a grimace than anything ) ; somewhat amused by his excitement at helping her clean. and perhaps elphaba should entertain this idea; it could be a mutually beneficial experience for both of them. he’d keep busy and stay out of trouble, and she’d get the pleasure of having company. ( as much as elphaba loathed to admit it, it did get lonely up in her tower ). other than that, she didn’t care whether her workspace was clean or not. 

     ❛ could you now? and just where would you start? it is, as you’ve observed, quite a mess in here. ❜

   His smile widens. He likes being useful and it would keep him and his thoughts occupied. Perhaps today would be a day where he’s not going to hide in an abandoned part of the castle. Maybe today could be a day where he doesn’t have to deal with any of Fiyero’s children, a day without torment or having them nitpick everything about him. Just one day would be nice and he would use this day of freedom to help Auntie Witch get her witchy belongings organized. 

   “The shelves. Work out way across the wall, then the floor then everything in between.”