#frottica

[princetain]

@frottica liked for a quick starter !

"I never want to let you down or have you go, it's better off this way."

[princetain]

@frottica said : what exactly are you asking me to do ? | MORBID CURIOSITY

He leans back against the bedpost, suddenly exhausted. Perhaps that's why words he's been holding back for quite some time finally leave his lips now. There's no strength left in him to keep it all in.

"Leave with me. We could go back to the Vinkus, start a new life there. Away from all of this." Even while he says it, Fiyero knows what answer he'll get. Glinda simply couldn't leave, she hasn't for Elphaba and she certainly wouldn't for him. Yet a small part of his heart hopes.

[yercrow]

" what did you mean to do, back there? "

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[princetain]

@frottica said : “Will you still love who I am?” | SO MUCH (FOR) STARDUST

It takes him a moment to answer, thoughts still swirling through his head as Fiyero tries to make sense of everything that happened in such a short amount of time. "Of course I do." He reaches out for Glinda's hand, equally to comfort her and to make his words more believable. Perhaps he loves her. For him it has always felt like such a big word that people put far too much emphasis on.

"I understand it, you know. Why you made that choice." Had he been in Glinda's shoes, Fiyero would've probably reacted in the same way, even if there's pain in admitting that to himself.

[lenzimanotarchived]

@frottica said : ❝it’s almost midnight.❞ ( for fiyero ) | SIX OF CROWS

"Is it? Well, that means the fun is just beginning!" Truth be told, Fiyero hasn't actually been keeping track of the time and he doesn't see a reason to do so either. He holds out his hand towards her, ready to drag Galinda back into the ballroom, back to the loud music and their friends. "Are you coming?"

The realisation how desperately he wants to keep her at his side and get lost in the crowd together again hits Fiyero like the kick of a horse. No, he has no intention of getting back to his quiet room anytime soon, where the weight of responsibilty resting on his shoulders waits to crush him.

[inhexe]

@frottica sent: is there no end to this accursed forest ?

"None," Letheia says, not quite suppressing the smile twitching on her lips, as she offers the little thing her hand to climb over a furled root. "We shall walk forever. Do you prefer me carry you?"

Her broom is in her other hand, but the dense canopy above yields no sky for her to reach. She thinks it would be a funny thing to pop this blonde confection on the back and take to the air--what tangles in that immaculate hair! But she'll be kind for now.

She tucks Glinda's arm into hers and guides her as they pick through the leaves. There is a path here, if one has eyes to see. Her glance darts sideways at that fine, small profile; curiosity sparks. "Do you see the way, Glinda Upland?" She points toward their feet with the knobbled handle of her broom. "You must look with your witch-eyes. Surely you have those?" Again that smile, barely controlled.

Magical focus would divine the silvery thread Letheia is following. Does Glinda have power enough to see? She will, after they reach the spring, but there's a ways to go yet.

[lenzimanotarchived]

@frottica sent : “ sometimes i wonder what might have happened if i had stayed with her. ” her voice is a low murmur; the anti-interruption charm she had cast about her rooms is a decent one at best, but not the most impressive sort of magic she’s borne witness to. glinda picks up a biscuit from the tray set between them, and puts it down again (the third time she’s done so) to offer fiyero a tumultuous smile. “ isn’t that the silliest thing? ”

He has all but plunked down into the chair opposite her, some of the tension finally leaving his body in the relative privacy of their rooms. At least until Glinda's words throw him off balance, freezing every movement for just a split second. Rarely do they allow themselves to get lost in the what-ifs, most of the time they avoid the topic of Elphaba altogether.

In an attempt to gather himself, Fiyero reaches out and grabs one of the biscuits, perhaps because eating it gives him time to properly consider an answer. Eventually he says in an equally low voice: "I don't think it's silly." At least not more than his desperate and fruitless search for the wicked witch. "But there's no use in torturing yourself about the past." It feels like a reminder to both of them, actually.

[flandeleche]

"disappointment"

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2. How - Regina Spektor

3. Almost Blue - Sogyumo Acacia Banda

4. Bye Bye My Blue - Baek Yerin

5. 5 on a joyride - Cody Chesnutt

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