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thegirl20TITLE: Do you think?
AUTHOR: Angie
FANDOM: Wicked RPS
PAIRING: Idina/Kristin, Idina/Taye
SUMMARY: Idina and Taye lie in bed and discuss 'Wicked'
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way implying that this is a true representation of the 'real-people' in the story. I mean no disrespect.
WORD COUNT: 300
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A follow up to 'What if?'. It is also told in three 100 word drabbles. There will probably be one more part to this.
“Do you think that Fiyero really loves Elphaba?”
Taye rolled over to face his wife, rubbing his eyes. She was staring up at the ceiling, and had obviously not been asleep.
“Baby, it’s the middle of the night…I don’t know.”
“I mean, he’d spent an afternoon with her, once. And they were so different.”
He reached over and laced his fingers through hers, lifting their joined hands so that the moonlight illuminated them.
“Different can be good.”
She turned her head to look at him, one side of her mouth turning up.
“Yeah, it can be.”
“I love you.”
“I…”
*****
“So…does Elphaba really love him?”
He didn’t look at her as he asked the question. Too afraid to see her face. She didn’t reply immediately, but he heard her breathing change.
“She loves…the idea of him. The handsome, popular boy taking an interest in her. She almost can’t believe it’s true sometimes, that he really loves her…this plain, strange looking girl…when he could have anybody.”
He felt his throat tighten and willed away the tears that threatened to come. A muffled sob escaped her throat and he closed his eyes, his teeth clenched.
“But he wants her. He loves her.”
*****
“I…I think Elphaba loves…someone else.”
Don’t say it, don’t tell me, go to sleep and we’ll pretend this never happened. But he knew that neither of them could forget and he forced the next question past the lump in his throat.
“Who do you think she loves?”
He knew the answer before it came. He wished his head was full of straw, so he didn’t have to understand.
“She…she loves Glinda.”
She held her breath, she couldn’t believe she’d said it. He lay quietly for a while.
“Then she should fuck off to Glinda and leave Fiyero the hell alone.”
AUTHOR: Angie
FANDOM: Wicked RPS
PAIRING: Idina/Kristin, Idina/Taye
SUMMARY: Idina and Taye lie in bed and discuss 'Wicked'
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I am in no way implying that this is a true representation of the 'real-people' in the story. I mean no disrespect.
WORD COUNT: 300
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A follow up to 'What if?'. It is also told in three 100 word drabbles. There will probably be one more part to this.
“Do you think that Fiyero really loves Elphaba?”
Taye rolled over to face his wife, rubbing his eyes. She was staring up at the ceiling, and had obviously not been asleep.
“Baby, it’s the middle of the night…I don’t know.”
“I mean, he’d spent an afternoon with her, once. And they were so different.”
He reached over and laced his fingers through hers, lifting their joined hands so that the moonlight illuminated them.
“Different can be good.”
She turned her head to look at him, one side of her mouth turning up.
“Yeah, it can be.”
“I love you.”
“I…”
*****
“So…does Elphaba really love him?”
He didn’t look at her as he asked the question. Too afraid to see her face. She didn’t reply immediately, but he heard her breathing change.
“She loves…the idea of him. The handsome, popular boy taking an interest in her. She almost can’t believe it’s true sometimes, that he really loves her…this plain, strange looking girl…when he could have anybody.”
He felt his throat tighten and willed away the tears that threatened to come. A muffled sob escaped her throat and he closed his eyes, his teeth clenched.
“But he wants her. He loves her.”
*****
“I…I think Elphaba loves…someone else.”
Don’t say it, don’t tell me, go to sleep and we’ll pretend this never happened. But he knew that neither of them could forget and he forced the next question past the lump in his throat.
“Who do you think she loves?”
He knew the answer before it came. He wished his head was full of straw, so he didn’t have to understand.
“She…she loves Glinda.”
She held her breath, she couldn’t believe she’d said it. He lay quietly for a while.
“Then she should fuck off to Glinda and leave Fiyero the hell alone.”
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Date: 2006-07-22 05:26 pm (UTC)I heart cranky, snarky Scully. - I also love lust-struck, not-listening-to-a-word Scully. But then, Luke Wilson is hella cute.
I can even use chopsticks - I regard chopsticks as a step backwards and so refuse to use them unless absolutely necessary.
'Cause in the end you can't leave her
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Date: 2006-07-23 02:09 am (UTC)I also love lust-struck, not-listening-to-a-word Scully. But then, Luke Wilson is hella cute. Indeed on both points but Mulder is pretty cute himself when he is trying to point out that Luke really isn't that cute.
fighting with microphones, freezing down to my bone and to top it all off I'm you.