Sep 25, 2020
@irnmaidn >>>> dialogue starter.
“ WELL, MY STARS ——— you certainly have a way with words, don’t you? ”
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@irnmaidn >>>> dialogue starter.
“ WELL, MY STARS ——— you certainly have a way with words, don’t you? ”
@irnmaidn : “ you don’t have to tell me anything, we can just sit here. ” (from here)
“ BAH! AND YET THAT IS ALL I EVER DO, IS SIT HERE AND WAIT ! ”
Elphaba is striding explosively about the room, her cape billowing in the wind of her tragedy; her rage. Her nostrils flare in anger; she breathes, hard, and halts, swiftly and sharply, at the window of the castle tower, clutches the edges of the stone, her knuckles a pastel, lighter green in the pressure of her grip.
“ And every moment I wait is a moment wasted, a moment gone and forever WASTED, a moment given to that WRETCHED Dorothy and her insufferable crew of ninnies so they might put their paws all over my SISTER’S shoes ! ”
Elphaba is on the verge of screaming, now ——— she can hardly catch her breath, her mouth curled in a sneer over her front teeth. “ And while they wander about Oz in their IGNORANCE and their DEBAUCHERY and LIES, with their disgusting little diddies and their sugary smiles, here I am, here, WAITING, while the Wizard grows stronger, the Wizard’s numbers GROW . . . the Wizard influences more and more of those INSUFFERABLE Ozians . . . his regime is iron at last, and I am here, waiting, and I lose everything ! ”
Elphaba’s voice catches; a small yelping sound escapes her throat; she is almost incomprehensible.
“ I lose . . . everything . . . ”
The Witch falls silent, releasing her grip. Her breathing slows, laboured and loud, falling silent and slow; rhythmic. At last, she seems to remember that she is not alone. She remembers that the other with her does not deserve this outcry. Cass has nothing to do with this, Elphaba realizes. Cass does not deserve her anger.
BUT HAD ANY OF THEM TRULY DESERVED THEIR FATES...
“ I know why you’ve come, ” Elphaba finally states, grimly, to the foggy earth below, her frame still hunched over the sill of the window. You wish to learn the Grimmerie. Your mother wishes to take it from me -- perhaps you do, too.
“ But I cannot let it go. I cannot. ” Elphaba finally turns and faces Cassandra. “ Don’t you see ? ” As Elphaba speaks, looks at her companion, she notices the spark in the other is still present, albeit, perhaps, ebbed, in the harshness of this life. Elphaba, herself, is hardened, sharpened, cold; she is certain Cassandra can see that age has not been kind to her. “ I need this magic to get those shoes. Those shoes that are Nessa’s. And you will have to kill me, Cass, and then pry it, from my cold, dead fingers, if you should still desire my spellbook. ”
The rouletted muse for @irnmaidn is Cheshire
Ears perk up when the Cheshire hears the snapping of twigs underneath someone’s feet from down below the branch of a tumtum tree she was taking a catnap on. Opening her eyes cat-like silts gaze downwards toward the person who had woken her from her catnap. It was clear this particular person wasn’t from around Wonderland due to their appearance among other things, but most importantly they were dangerously getting too close to a baby Bandersnatch’s location which meant two things. One the mother wasn’t too far behind, Second they were going to get seriously injured if they dared venture any further. So in an attempt to lead the other further away she vanished leaving only her grin before the silhouette of a cat ran past the girl in an attempt to gain her attention. Reappearing in the tumtum tree behind the girl she spoke.
“ Curiouser and curiouser. A little far from Ever After aren’t you? “