| Closed starter for @miind-full |
| Verse: A special rule break for my friend's birthday, Fiyero from Wicked.
| I haven't written Fiyero before so I do apologize if there's some mistakes in his character or if he takes a book lean. Lacasa is a drink in the books that is between Soda and lemonade that is said to be very popular. Also forehead kisses since that's what Scarecrow's shown to do with Scraps in Baum's movie and I refuse to let that go lol.
Happy Birthday my dear friend!! I hope you like this.
A rustle of straw was heard down the emerald stone hall, followed by a grunt of annoyance.
Of course, he was grateful for his life, he supposed. But he hated what he'd become. This body was awkward, he had to maneuver straw and cloth to move. He had lost his grace, he'd become clumsy.
These were every day annoyances. And though he had lived in this damnned body for well over a year, he never grew used to it. It didn't help, of course, he couldn't sleep.
Sleep. Rest. A reprieve he could no longer have. Neither could he eat. Or breathe. His nerves, while existing where dulled and relied on thread more then anything.
But nothing could be done about any of this. He'd done the research. It wasn't worth mulling over, least not now. Lurline knew he had plenty of time later, at night, to wallow in self-pity.
But it hadn't completely consumed him. He kept himself busy, being King wasn't such a luxurious position as one would have you believe. There was plenty more to accompany his mind every second.
Besides, he was alive. He had a good life, he'd been lucky. He knew that.
But most importantly, he still had her.
He may be different, Elphaba may have disappeared, Glinda had become secretive, but he still had her. It was this fact, perhaps, he was most grateful for.
He was desperately trying not to make too much noise as he entered the bedroom. His straw stuffing didn't help his attempts, but, with a glance at her sleeping face, he knew he was at least successful at not waking her.
She'd fallen asleep on him the night before. She said he was soft, even with the straw's points. Those times, at night with her snuggling up to him, falling into a restful sleep, safe with him watching over her, were some of the extremely few times he didn't hate his current state as much.
Carefully, he managed to get himself on the edge of their bed. His, gift, in his lap. Somehow not being spilled during the event that was him moving about.
And, he waited. Watching her sleeping form with a slightly, unintentionally eery gaze. He didn't sleep anymore, couldn't, so watching over her sleep had become a common occurrence.
Watching over her. Protecting her. Just like a Scarecrow.
He shrugged this thought off, readjusting himself and glancing towards the window. The sun was coming up, it just an hour more it would break the horizon, creating a beautiful sight to see.
He watched it for about ten minutes before he moved again. It seemed his patience had grown since changing. He sometimes could lose complete track of time in a task.
He looked towards her again, making the movements of a sign with air he could not breathe.
He thought with a smirk. A hand, lazily moving the few flowers that had been set aside on the plate.
He was alert the second she stirred. Eyes, now painted glass orbs, following her every movement.
"Goodmorning Kelsey." He said, voice low and slow, as if he had woken up with her, as if he hadn't been sitting here for over an hour just watching her in a manner what may be considered slightly creepy.
But he smiled, the slightly mischievous smirt appearing a little lopsided on his face now, but somehow, that only made the affect more charming.
He moved forward, soon placing a tray on her lap. Her favorite breakfast had been made on it, with a glass of Lacasa, and some, lilacs resting on the side of the tray.
Being, not very practiced in the art of cooking he'd had a little help, but for the most part this meal he had prepared. It may have shown, but it was edible.
"Breakfast for my queen." He said with a chuckle, placing a kiss on her forehead before moving back, "I made it, as I'm sure you can tell. Happy Birthday my darling."
Said with confidence and pride, and just a bit of self-deprecating humor.
"So," He began, moving a hand to rest his chin at it, for of course now that he had someone to speak to he certainly wasn't going to pass that chance up, "Slept well? I hope you're well rested, I'll be keeping you busy today."
