FINALLY ANOTHER OZ WRITER OH MY G O D
E EEEEP , I literally screamed when i saw your blog in my recommendations !
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FINALLY ANOTHER OZ WRITER OH MY G O D
E EEEEP , I literally screamed when i saw your blog in my recommendations !
@wickcdgreen cont
“MY, THAT’S A bit rude isn’t it?” A smirk finds its way onto his features at this. “One might believe you’re avoiding their question.”
“There goes my reputation.”
The Swan Princess Sentence Starters + still accepting !
A QUIRKED EYEBROW IN CURIOSITY. “And what reputation was that?” Jareth asks, genuinely. He does not dwell onto the surface of Oz as he probably should, so he has little to no idea. “Is it one of a defamatory nature?”
“Hey, I bought a banjo.” For Marveeeel
“… so i see,” he hums, adjusting his clothing idly, a habit he’d picked up to make himself seem busy even when he didn’t quite need to. “you could have very well borrowed mine, Elphaba, you know that. that is, unless you want to start performing duets, then by all means i’ll mark it as a worthy purchase!”
@wickcdgreen (literally just because we need a double dose of fiyeraba today)
He tries not to stare.
He tries not to let his eyes linger too long on her hands, on her hair, on her lips. He has moderate success, but there are times he can’t quite refrain. Once, early on, he had elicited a laugh and an encouraging hand on the shoulder from Crope, who turned to him when Elphaba left and murmured, “I know it’s quite shocking, that green. But you’ll get used to it. It stops being freaky after a few weeks.” Fiyero hadn’t known how to tell him that it wasn’t freaky at all — that it was captivating — that SHE was, even beyond her skin — so he didn’t say anything.
No one else remarks on it, if they notice the way his eyes follow her. Other times they’re alone, and there’s no one to see (He’s nearly certain she thinks n o t h i n g of him, quiet and complacent as he is, so he never worries much that she’ll see). This is a rare circumstance, but it’s the one in which he currently find himself, making vague, dwindling conversation and reminding himself IT IS DISRESPECTFUL TO STARE. It is disrespectful to her and to that other her, who is not here. He only remembers her when the conversation necessitates it:
“I’ve never seen an Ozian wedding. Only my own. Our history books mention them so casually but I can’t help but find it a little strange... How do you suppose the same rite becomes so different just over a few mountains?”
“Can I kiss you?"
ask fiyero for a smooch!
Elphaba is rarely what one would call a tentative sort. She’s bold, persistent, and often uncompromising. Though in her younger years she had evidenced some anxieties over what others thought of her actions, her demeanor, and her looks, she has since seemed to develop an immunity to such concerns. He has seen her now, fully in BLOOM, sure of her choices, of her work, and of her beauty (Fiyero sees personally to the last of these). She cannot be quelled or cut down; she is an unstoppable force, and rarely asks permission.
He loves this about her.
There is a special softness in this request, though, that he cannot deny is attractive. It offers him the chance to accept, and of course he will accept! … But he makes a show of thinking it over — of weighing the decision with low h u m that she must feel, resonant under the green fingers pressed to his chest. All too soon, a smile overtakes him, and he succumbs to the sweet laughter fast on its heels.
“Please do!”
❝ PEOPLE CAN BE SO CRUEL. ❞ a scoff is tossed in the direction of the more ‘ popular ‘ students of the university , whom no doubt had a play in elphaba’s well timed tumble. crouching down on the ground , he moves to gather all her books in a pile , handing off to her with a friendly smile. there’s no hesitation in his face , not at all frightened or put off by the color of her skin. why would he be ? ❝ are you alright ? ❞
@wickcdgreen / starter call !
wickcdgreen replied to your post “why the fuck did i think watching falsettos at 3 am was a good idea...”
because you're a fool, matthew.
you don’t have to call me out on the facts that everyone knows, ella