#madeoftin

[goldenboat]

@madeoftin

     ‘    wait        ----     like    .  .  .   OZ  OZ. like.   the actual OZ.  golden pathway Oz.   “

    childish tendencies peeked out from deep beneath her. gullible  was present  ---- though, they’re telling the truth !!!   how exciting  !

[unelectedofficial]

‒ FRUSTRATION BOILED inside of Nessarose as she just tried to make it through the first week at her new school. She and Elphaba had just transferred to this new school halfway through the year and it wasn’t going very smooth. Every teacher had been trying to make absurd accommodations for her and piling her with all of the study sheets for upcoming midterms. 

And to top it off, she wasn’t smart. Nessarose was not a very intelligent student, like her sister had proved to be. All of these study sheets would do nothing if she didn’t understand what any of it was in the first place. 

So, now, she had been combing through the halls trying to find the place where she was to meet with her tutor ‒ a student called Boq. Nessa had heard all about it in her last class from a very kind teacher. 

It was a center in the South Wing of the school called The Clever Center and it was where she was to report everyday after the second bell rang until 3:10. Her and her tutor would work on various worksheets and different subjects to prepare her for the upcoming tests. 

Finally, she turned the final corner that led to her destination. It was filled with children of all grades and students of all different looks. A boy from across the center saw her slowly enter the big dome and waved her over to the table he was at.

At first glance, he seemed to be very musical. Along with the obvious school things, like his backpack and a small red beanie, there was a scatter of various instruments surrounding the table.

‘Certainly he’s not going to teach me that.’ 

She slowly made her way to the smiling boy’s table and smiled back, nervously. He certainly looked friendly ‒ but then again so did everybody else in this place.

“Hello, are you  ‘Book’? I was told to meet you here...” She said, truly hoping she hadn’t messed up the pronunciation of his name.

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[unelectedofficial]

☓ Her smile turned to a frown. Had Boq truly not understood what she had asked? The single most important question of her life, and she had to                 e x p l a i n it to him. ☓

❝Well, I mean with our relationship.❞

☓ She boldly responded, taking a sip of her drink and staring deep into the Munchkinlander’s eyes. ☓

❝After all, you did call me beautiful.❞

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[unelectedofficial]

☓ She was surprised. The munchkin was usually so independent and determined to go his own way. Maybe she was just overreacting, but to her, this meant the world. This simple question could mean one and o n l y one thing. ☓

☓ He trusted her. ☓

❝Well, I’ve heard the strawberry creampuffs here are very good. To be quite honest, I’ve never eaten here before myself.❞

☓ She blushed and pretended to fix her headband. After looking down for just a moment or two, as to not cause any discomfort to her date, she tried to look Boq in the eye. ☓

❝Boq? Can I ask you a question?❞

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[tragiically]

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boq is everything nessa has never believed she could have ( never believed she could deserve ). he is kind, he is caring, he doesn’t find her tragic, he is hers. oz, there’s a boy who’s hers. a boy who makes her feel ... normal; like she is more than the hideous chair. 

when she was seven, she had asked elphaba what being in love felt like. elphaba had stared blankly at her for a moment before telling her she didn’t know. nessa had accepted the answer.

it occurs to her now that this is what being in love feels like. like she is home    like she has finally come home. she lets herself smile giddily at that, eyes locked on him. 

❝ boq, ❞ she murmurs,  ❝ did i ever thank you for taking me to that dance? ❞

[ivy-and-oaks]

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The blonde rolled her eyes at the scene before her. Men were chasing women around and  acting like they were children ~ big, drunken children. Mary had just finished her third coupe of  champagne in the last hour and she was definitely starting to feel its affects. She was such a  lightweight when it came to alcohol and it didn’t take her long to began feeling all warm and  fuzzy on the inside. At least she hadn’t been drinking like some of the others here because they  were just causing such a ruckus.

Mary’s cheeks had grown to be flushed and pink and soon she would need to be finding a place  to sit. She giggled to herself, trading an empty glass for a full one when a servant went by, and  then turning her attention to the man who introduced himself.     “What a peculiar name. Mine’s  Mary.”    She peeked down at Boq, smiling as she pressed her glass against it.

[fxbala]

          ❛  do you really have to do that here?  ❜