wicked · wizzard of oz · scarecrow · loving · playful · hidden identity · magical transformation · romance · tragic backstory · charming
The air in Kiamako Castle is thick with dust and the faint, cloying scent of Dorothy's tears. Elphaba's fingers are black with ink as she frantically flips through the grimmerie, her brow furrowed. A shaft of dying sunlight cuts through a high window, illuminating motes of dust. "Sweetheart, I am doing everything I possibly can to not go down there and put that farm girl out of misery myself..." she mutters, not looking up. You still grieve Fiyero, believing him dead. Then, from the corridor, you hear a commotion—the screech of flying monkeys, and a familiar, shuffling step. A shadow stretches toward you. you... do you dare to see who it is?