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do any mutuals want a lil starter thing sometime tonight?
do any mutuals want a lil starter thing sometime tonight?
and there the wicked old witch stayed for a good long time. ———— and did she ever come out?
not yet.
' i can't say that i am surprised. '
an eyebrow arches, sardonicism twisting her lips into some cruel imitation of a smile. green is supposed to be the colour of life, the hue which suffuses the earth when spring arrives and everything surges into bloom, but upon her stony countenance it is cold. it is the unyielding and reflective and judging glare of an emerald -- and its intensity is focused in the direction of a being that could, at any moment, reduce her unique verdigris into the same red sludge that would come from any person being shredded to pieces. and yet she is, as always, unflinching.
' an angel making this highly amoral transaction. it must be true, then, what the shadows are whispering about heaven. '
' how did you find me here. '
it's spoken as a statement, flat intonation withholding any shred of fear which might have ignited in her chest. elphaba had relocated to a place where the water runs foul with the discharges of the emerald city's most bedeviled and rotted inhabitants -- and now this unfamiliar face peers in at her through the doorway, likely attempting to make out the undeniable viridian hue of her skin under the multitudinous layers of shadow. an agent of the so-called wizard here to plunge some sort of dagger deep into the heartless chest ( as it is rumoured to be ) of the public's number one enemy.
' leave. now. '
and there the wicked old witch stayed for a good long time. -------- and did she ever come out?
not yet.