#goodliest

[prettiestguardian]

⠀⠀⠀⠀❛❛ I looove your room! It's so... pink! ❜❜ Jaw drops to the floor as she walks around, intaking the sweet smell of vanilla and glitter that seems to follow @goodliest everywhere she goes. Inspecting all of the photo frames and jewellery that looks too expensive to fit in anywhere at Shiz, Usagi giggles slightly, in awe. ❛❛ I wish I had a room like this! ❜❜ . ݁ . ✦

[arjikiprince]

He finds her alone after the celebration has thinned into murmurs, long after the last congratulations have curdled into silence. Glinda stands beneath the lanterns, golden and small, the picture of everything he was supposed to choose. For a clock tick, Fiyero only watches her, because looking at her feels like looking at a life he could have lived if he had been braver in all the wrong ways. “Glinda.” Her name leaves his mouth like an apology already worn thin. She turns, and the brightness she puts on for the world flickers, just once. He almost wishes she’d scream at him. It would be easier than this, than watching her hold herself perfectly together while he is the one unraveling. “I never meant to hurt you,” he says. The truth hangs between them, heavy and insufficient. “You deserved certainty. You deserved someone who could look at you and see only you.” He runs a hand through his hair, breath catching in his throat. “But when I looked at Elphaba… the world changed shape. I changed with it.” He forces himself to meet her eyes. “And I’ve spent too long pretending I didn’t.” @goodliest

[folkpoet]

@goodliest asked nessa; [ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

fingernails dig into the leather of her armrests. nessa's gaze is cast over the streets of munchkinland. her land, now. black shrouds still decorate the brightly coloured houses, still mourning the loss of her father. a heart attack, the doctor's told her, likely brought on by the shame elphaba has brought upon their family. it had planted the seed of resentment that had grown over time, which had turned a bright beating heart black as coal and cold as ice. galinda's words finally cease and a silence hangs in the air between them for a beat too long. nessa hasn't heard from her sister since she fled the emerald city. finally, it seems, she has her independence, but the price had been too high.

❝ burn it. ❞ her words are harsh. she wants nothing more than to cradle the letter, to trace the ink formed by elphaba's hand, but she cannot. she cannot savour her sister's words least someone find them and claim they are in cahoots. what's left of her reputation would not survive a direct attack from the wizard. she's already holding on to her position by a thread. the wicked witch of the east, they've started to call her. ❝ you could have stopped her. ❞ there's a shakiness to her tone. a danger that a tear may fall from the corner of her eye. everything lies in ruin. her sister gone, boq barely speaking to her, and her people hate her. ❝ she trusted you. you could have made her see sense. ❞

[discipulusmaleficus]

“promise me you won’t go looking for work in unsavory places.”

@goodliest​ - 🐘

Kalmar comes to a stop in the doorway (he was just leaving). Turns back to look at Glinda, letting his head tilt to one side, eyes fixed on her with mild perplexity.

What is that supposed to mean, exactly? His work is, quote, 'unsavoury'. Always has been. Would she rather he stick exclusively to rich, well-kept socialites who'd like someone cursed? Why should that be any less dangerous, sweetheart?

Or are you just worried I'll stain your reputation even more?

"Where," he says, mildly, "would you like me to look, exactly?"

He hesitates, swallows. "You know, if you take away my, hm, open-mindedness, there really isn't a lot setting me apart in the market.” Or putting me in the market. “I'd rather not be stuck selling roadside trinkets for the rest of time, yes?"

[discipulusmaleficus]

📞 :)))))))

@goodliest - let's call these voicemails

"Okay. So I'm. Uh --"

"You know what, Glinda? Fine. Fine! YOU WIN. Whatever finagling, disgraceful little trick you're using to do this to me," he growled, "you win."

"You are quite possibly the most stunning fucking construction of deity and mankind that has ever been or ever shall be. I no longer know how I survived before the first time I saw the glitter of your hair in the moonlight. My spirit is lost to you, my life reduced to tedious stretches between our reconnaissance, and I demand you either fix this or put your mouth where your money is and declare your undying love for me at least once. I don't care what humiliation you put me through. I'll do it."

"By the way, I have one of your ridiculous little stuffed bears. Show yourself by midnight, or she gets it. See you later, you detestable minx."

[discipulusmaleficus]

“What if we get sick of each other?”

@goodliest - palm springs (2020) starters

"Oh, let's see," Kalmar says, easily.

(He's absentmindedly tearing this morning's newspaper into fine strips, the sports section beginning to form a haphazard pile on top of her coffee table.)

"If I get sick of you, I figure I can always turn you into a canary and take your inheritance after all. Or just fake my death and flee to the Republic of Ev, if I don't feel like dealing with the paperwork."

"And if you get sick of me, all you have to do is accuse me of brainwashing you into marriage with my nefarious enchantments and get me convicted of several felonies. Yes?"

As he speaks, he sets another bit of paper down ('forced to abandon the race due to the pr'), and now catches hold of her hand instead, quickly pressing a kiss to the back of her palm. "You know. We'll figure something out."

[discipulusmaleficus]

“now, honestly…” What does our ideal life together look like in your mind’s eye? (If u would like 👀)

@goodliest - how does honesty work, again??

"There's nothing that could make me happier than you already do, sweetheart."

//

"Let's see. We'll have to make sure you're eternally young and beautiful -- I'm sure you'd age with the utmost grace, but I don't want to listen to you complaining about it. I think vampirism would be the standard solution, but that has other downsides, so we may have to settle for some sort of yearly blood bath ritual. I can head out in the middle of the night and deal with all the pundits, so nobody will ever disagree with a thing you say -- and you really won't have to worry about wearing black, you know, because the moment you start, it will become fashionable anyway -- oh, and we need to get a tarasque --"

//

"It's hard to envision, isn't it? It's hard to imagine this working as well as it has, really."

"...I know you're a lot less busy. I don't have to share you with an entire country, and there's nobody from the tabloids stalking me, and the servants don't keep disturbing my experimental concoctions - and you're happy, honestly happy, and you don't miss it, either. Everyone's still excruciatingly jealous of me, mind you, but I get cursed less often."

"We can travel wherever we want, whenever we want. There's nothing tying us down, not really. So we can just go everywhere, and see everything, until we're quite sick of it, and I can buy you dozens of clothes and exotic antiques, but half of them are actually more for me. And then --"

//

"There's sunlight, except it doesn't hurt my eyes, and trees, and unmown grass. You tell me you wonder if the front door would look better in pink, and I have it repainted by the time you get back from your social function, and you're very pleased with it, even though you end up asking me to change it back. I'm unlacing your corset in a rose garden just after dusk, and we can see all the stars, and I know they approve. Your laugh rings like a bell."

"And we took my goats back from my aunt, and I've persuaded you to love them, when they're not eating anything important. You start talking about children, and I say fine, maybe that wouldn't be so dreadful after all, and it isn't, actually, and they're gorgeous, and in perfect health, and none of them take after me. I'm not worried. There is nothing to be worried about."

[discipulusmaleficus]

“If you vomit over my shoes, you /will/ be paying for them, and I /know/ you can’t afford them.” 

@goodliest - Random Sentence Starters

" 'm not goi..." He tastes the back of his throat, ugh, damn her, no there is a pretty good chance of him throwing up on something and he angles his face away from her, breath hissing through his teeth for a second. It’s fine. For the moment.

(Unfair. Drinking is supposed to improve every situation.)

"...Just keep your fucking shoes out of the way," he mutters, which would be a lot easier if he hadn't just latched an arm around her shoulder for balance, and goes back to willing himself not to do anything of the sort.