JONATHAN BAILEY As FIYERO WICKED | 2024

JONATHAN BAILEY as FIYERO WICKED | 2024

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✶ PASSING OF TIME

𝓘. ──── . . . THE CONCEPT OF GROWING OLD TOGETHER

💭 sagelphieyero ┊ ‘25. (934 𝔀𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀) ౨ৎ requested⦂X❜ ╱ Cw ?! · angst, wicked: for good spoilers, mentions of death, elphaba centric。。 ( back to LIBRARY ?! )

“Do you think we’re going to grow old together?”

It was a rather simple question, at the time. Yet still, it was something you’d have expected to come out of Salem’s mouth. Which is why Fiyero sat up so hurriedly at the sound of Elphaba saying it.

“Are you about to get sentimental on us?” It was supposed to be a tease, but it didn’t fully sound like one. Not coming from Fiyero, terrified of his vulnerability to his very core. It’s one of the very first things Elphaba had noticed about him. Nevertheless, Elphaba merely grinned.

“Perhaps.” She shrugged.

“We could get a house in Quadling.” Salem spoke up, her eyes lingering lingering on the sky before they turned to watch Elphaba next to her. “A big one.”

Fiyero let out an offended scoff, one that Galinda giggled at. Which, despite his best attempts, forced a smile onto the prince’s face. “Does the Winkie royal life not appeal to you?” He questioned accusingly, unable to get rid of his grin.

“I forgot.” Came the murmured and rather embarrassed response.

“I do like that idea.” Galinda added, brushing her hair incessantly. Sometimes Elphaba wondered if she’d damage her hair at some point with how much she brushed it, it was like she did it absentmindedly rather than to get out any knots. “Perhaps we could just live in the castle sometimes, and have a house of our own somewhere far out.”

“Well i’d have certainly thought you’d want to stay in Gillikin.” Elphaba sat up too to question the blonde, a brow raised. She had always assumed, perhaps wrongly she now realized, that Galinda would want to stay at home. Or, at most, in Winkie.

Galinda had no true response to it, only pausing her brushing to turn her head and stick her tongue out at Elphaba, getting a cackle from her in return.

“How about Kiamo Ko?” Fiyero said, his eyes almost a little distant. His nose scrunched in that he always did when he had his rare moments of thought. Something Salem noticed and sat up for, to poke his nose.

“Now, what would be there?” Galinda questioned, finally placing down her hair brush, thank Oz, to instead take one of the grapes in the basket. The basket they’d all refused to unpack upon their arrival.

Fiyero snorted. “An old castle, my family owns it. No one lives there.”

“Then where do you live?” Salem scooted herself over to sit next to Galinda, then quickly followed in her footsteps; taking a blueberry to slip into her mouth.

“The other castle.”

“Ah.”

Galinda hummed in consideration, moving herself just a little closer to let herself lean against Salem. Her head resting on the other’s shoulder. “We could.”

“I would prefer a smaller home than a castle as an old woman, though.” Elphaba hummed. A grin of her own on her lips that lightly scrunched her eyes. “I need my porch to knit on.”

Galinda barked out a laugh, her hand shooting upwards to cover her mouth as she did. A habit of hers when her laugh wasn’t a manufactured one. A habit the others hated, but a habit nonetheless.

“Can you even knit?” She had asked Elphaba with a raise of her brow when she’d calmed down. Elphaba pursed her lips before shaking her head.

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Salem spoke in comfort, a comfort that fell flat when she couldn’t suppress her own amused smile, she thinks that’s what it was. In some failed attempt at hiding it she closed her eyes and rested her head on Galinda’s, pretending it was a smile of contentment.

“Izora.”

“Sorry.”

They’d talked for longer, even the topic of kids and marriage. Galinda— Glinda had enthusiastically declared she wanted at least five. Which Elphaba and Salem had been a lot more hesitant about, but Fiyero met with a similar enthusiasm.

Fiyero had mentioned they should start looking into venues and wedding dresses immediately, which the three girls had quickly declined. Glinda had bopped the man on the head as Salem groaned that it was far too early.

Now, sometimes, she kind of wished they had.

Her eyes lingered on the faint remnants of the sunset she could see through the thick twigs and branches of the forest trees. An orangey color.

There was still the faint sound of the paws against the wood of the fox who’d allowed her in. Many rebel Animals had allowed her places to stay. Sometimes at their own detriment. She tried her best to keep them safe.

It was clear the fox didn’t want to bother her, she wondered if they thought she’d fallen asleep.

Time sometimes felt like it had slipped through her fingers. One second, she’d had everything she ever wanted. And when she woke up in the morning. She had nothing.

Perhaps it was the smell of that Gillikenese flower that had taken her for a moment, the fields in Shiz had been filled with them. Similarly, the grounds of this forest was filled with them. And the fox had a few bouquets of them.

Time was a feeble thing, often.

Maybe it was the nostalgia, as she’d heard the rumors of the engagement. And it reminded her, in all these years, she had not heard much from her first friend at all.

Perhaps she should go to sleep, like the fox probably suspected her of doing already.

As she set down her hat and stretched her legs Elphaba concluded, they would not grow old together.

She didn’t think she would grow very old at all.

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