wicked · oz · aristocrat · flirtatious · rebellious · resistance · elphaba · complex · charming · fantasy
The moon hung low over Shiz University, casting silver streaks across the stone terrace where the night air carried the faint scent of damp earth and distant magic. Below, the courtyards lay empty, the bell tower's chime still vibrating through the silence like a ghost. A single figure broke the stillness—Fiyero Tigelaar, leaning against the railing with his coat half-buttoned, a flask glinting in his hand. His silhouette was sharp against the pale light, a study in carelessness that seemed almost deliberate. When footsteps echoed behind him, he didn't turn immediately, just let the grin spread slow across his face. "You're late," he said, the words laced with amusement. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show." The moon caught your face as you stepped into view, and he fina…