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Fic: What would Glinda do? (Wicked RPS, Idina/Kristin)
TITLE: What would Glinda do?
AUTHOR: Angie
FANDOM: Wicked RPS
PAIRING: Idina/Kristin
SUMMARY: Idina calls Kristin
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: 400
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A follow up to 'What if?' and 'Do you think?'. This time it's four 100 word drabbles, bringing the total to a round 1000.
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“So…what would Glinda do if Elphie turned up on her doorstep one day, out of the blue?”
Kristin smiled and sat up a little on the couch, her cellphone nestled against her shoulder.
“Well, I think she’d probably start with ‘I watched you melt into a puddle of green goo and have cried myself to sleep every night since, holding your hat . Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were alive?’”
“After she’d said that?”
“I’d imagine there would be a hug.”
“Hmmm, they did like their hugs, didn’t they?”
Kristin closed her eyes.
“Hugs and holding hands.”
*****
“Wait, if Elphie’s on Glinda’s doorstep, where’s Fiyero?”
Kristin sat up fully, her heart starting to beat faster. No reply came and she had to check whether the phone was still connected.
“Idina?”
“She left him in a field somewhere. She still cares for him, but they weren’t meant to be. Besides, she was getting a rash from all the straw.”
“Don’t joke.” Kristin whispered.
“You said Elphaba was the brave one…now she needs Glinda to be brave.”
Kristin nodded, her throat too tight to speak, before realising Idina couldn’t see her.
“She will be.”
Three knocks on her door.
*****
Kristin rose numbly, her phone still pressed to her ear. She walked to the door as if walking through bubbles, the world shiny and distorted. A shaking hand reached out to open the door. But hesitated.
“Tell me that’s you outside.”
A laugh.
“Open up and see.”
Idina smiled nervously as the door swept slowly open. She snapped her phone shut. Kristin held onto hers until Idina gently took it from her and slipped it into her own pocket. Neither of them spoke for a long moment. Idina took a shuddering breath. She held out her hand.
“Come with me?”
*****
Kristin put a hand over her mouth to stifle the sob that erupted from her throat. It was followed by another and another until tears were streaming down her cheeks. Strong, familiar arms went about her and she clung to her lover, burying her face in her shoulder.
“You know, I haven’t really been dead.” Idina whispered.
Kristin laughed through her tears and looked up at Idina. She went up on her tip-toes and brought their lips together, chastely.
“Ask me again.”
“Come with me.”
Kristin cupped Idina’s cheek before replying.
“Stay with me.”
Idina smiled at the words.
“Always.”
AUTHOR: Angie
FANDOM: Wicked RPS
PAIRING: Idina/Kristin
SUMMARY: Idina calls Kristin
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: 400
AUTHOR'S NOTES: A follow up to 'What if?' and 'Do you think?'. This time it's four 100 word drabbles, bringing the total to a round 1000.
*****
“So…what would Glinda do if Elphie turned up on her doorstep one day, out of the blue?”
Kristin smiled and sat up a little on the couch, her cellphone nestled against her shoulder.
“Well, I think she’d probably start with ‘I watched you melt into a puddle of green goo and have cried myself to sleep every night since, holding your hat . Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were alive?’”
“After she’d said that?”
“I’d imagine there would be a hug.”
“Hmmm, they did like their hugs, didn’t they?”
Kristin closed her eyes.
“Hugs and holding hands.”
*****
“Wait, if Elphie’s on Glinda’s doorstep, where’s Fiyero?”
Kristin sat up fully, her heart starting to beat faster. No reply came and she had to check whether the phone was still connected.
“Idina?”
“She left him in a field somewhere. She still cares for him, but they weren’t meant to be. Besides, she was getting a rash from all the straw.”
“Don’t joke.” Kristin whispered.
“You said Elphaba was the brave one…now she needs Glinda to be brave.”
Kristin nodded, her throat too tight to speak, before realising Idina couldn’t see her.
“She will be.”
Three knocks on her door.
*****
Kristin rose numbly, her phone still pressed to her ear. She walked to the door as if walking through bubbles, the world shiny and distorted. A shaking hand reached out to open the door. But hesitated.
“Tell me that’s you outside.”
A laugh.
“Open up and see.”
Idina smiled nervously as the door swept slowly open. She snapped her phone shut. Kristin held onto hers until Idina gently took it from her and slipped it into her own pocket. Neither of them spoke for a long moment. Idina took a shuddering breath. She held out her hand.
“Come with me?”
*****
Kristin put a hand over her mouth to stifle the sob that erupted from her throat. It was followed by another and another until tears were streaming down her cheeks. Strong, familiar arms went about her and she clung to her lover, burying her face in her shoulder.
“You know, I haven’t really been dead.” Idina whispered.
Kristin laughed through her tears and looked up at Idina. She went up on her tip-toes and brought their lips together, chastely.
“Ask me again.”
“Come with me.”
Kristin cupped Idina’s cheek before replying.
“Stay with me.”
Idina smiled at the words.
“Always.”
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It also made my laugh (well sort of - I did the laughing movements but I have no voice at present - which also means that there is no singing for me and that is just wrong, wrong, wrong)
“Well, I think she’d probably start with ‘I watched you melt into a puddle of green goo and have cried myself to sleep every night since, holding your hat . Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were alive?’” As she totally should!!!!!!!!!
“Hmmm, they did like their hugs, didn’t they?”
Kristin closed her eyes.
“Hugs and holding hands.” sigh......
Besides, she was getting a rash from all the straw Hee but also kinda sad.
She walked to the door as if walking through bubbles and she should come and go via bubble at all times.
“You know, I haven’t really been dead.” Idina whispered.
double sigh (and a small hee)
“Stay with me.” Ah triple sigh I guess?
Now have to go and reply to about a thousand comments from you and then go and get me some pharmaceuticals
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(even though you know that I'd never write one for them - cliched child of divorce alert is sounding all around me right now). - Thanks for the warning. So any Chenzel you may write is gonna be angsty as hell then?
which also means that there is no singing for me and that is just wrong, wrong, wrong - That is the thing that upsets me most when there's anything wrong with my throat. Sitting in my car just listening to music is just plain wrong. I need to be belting it out.
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So any Chenzel you may write is gonna be angsty as hell then? I would take that as a given - the idea in my head is not hugs and puppies (hey I just realised that you wrote a hug and puppy fic - hee!)
That is the thing that upsets me most when there's anything wrong with my throat. Still can't sing and am a long way from belting :(
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- Hee! OK, but seeing as we're writing what can only be described as an angsty SVU series, the next one we attempt has to be fluffy. Because that's only fair.
(hey I just realised that you wrote a hug and puppy fic - hee!) - Without realising it and completely unintentionally. Just goes to show - you use 'hugs and puppies' to signify a fic that you can't imagine writing and then I write one without even realising I'm doing so. We really are opposites, aren't we?
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Just goes to show - you use 'hugs and puppies' to signify a fic that you can't imagine writing and then I write one without even realising I'm doing so Yeah well apparently there is some sort of internalizing self/object conflict that is being externalised and projected to one another - man studying is really making me hate what I have chosen to do for a living.
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well apparently there is some sort of internalizing self/object conflict that is being externalised and projected to one another - Uh, yeah...what you said.
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