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8th-Jan-2008 09:25 pm

Title: Music (Titled only so that lfae doesn't hurt me.)
Verse: Book (Though it's been a while since I read it, so I may have muddied up some details a bit.)
Pairing: Fiyeraba
Rating: PG
Summary: Fiyero finds Elphaba in a rare mood.
Word Count: 1,035

A conversation with fabala_belle started me thinking on this. :)

When Fiyero arrived at the corn exchange, he found Elphaba in a peculiar sort of mood. Her bare feet skated across the sun-warmed boards of the floor as she worked. He hovered for a moment in the doorway, watching her, boots in one hand.

        Her movements were expansive, gracious, unlike the swift, grasping way with which she normally lived. As if she were always… not necessarily late, but as if she were planning ahead to be so.

“Hello, my gorgeous love,” Fiyero said, delicately; he didn’t want to ruin whatever it was that had made Elphaba so happy. It was moments like these that he wished he knew her better, so that he could ask.

Her eyes glowed as she looked up. Malky, more fur than cat and more air than fur, slinked off from between her fingertips. “Hello.” She smiled. “Are you hungry?”

“A bit,” he answered, glad to see a heap of vegetables on a crate in the corner. “What are we hungry for this evening?”

She gestured toward the window. He noted that some of the music seemed to have gone from her. He walked slowly to the bowl sitting atop the crate beneath the window. Elphaba, his beautiful green, all sharp movements and angles and reaching, but to no one’s music but her own. At least she was happy.

The bowl was about halfway filled with some sort of pale, tangled pasta covered with water. He tilted the bowl in his hands, holding in it the light of the setting sun. The pasta hid bits of orange like tiny fish.

Malky flitted across the floor, chasing dust in the air. Elphaba came absently to Fiyero’s side, a faint smell of vegetables about her. “You’d think you had never seen food before.” Her tone was gentle.

He looked up at her, all length, the folds of her dress hanging above slim ankles and small, arched feet. He wanted to tell her he was just thinking. About her. About how lucky they were, everyone was. But he knew she would disapprove of such a thing. Not everyone was lucky. Maybe even they weren’t lucky. But he felt as if they were.

“Will the water make it softer?” he asked, pulling his hands to his side.

She shrugged. “It’s a try. I’m not all that good with those things.” She lifted the bowl and the light in it fell away. “I thought maybe water might be better than I’ve been giving it credit for.” She tossed some vegetables in with it.


She fell asleep before he did that night. The air was warm with the smells of summer, and Fiyero was reminded of the night before he had left the Vinkus for the Emerald City, lying in the morning beside a wife that didn’t want him to go.

“Must you, Fiyero?” She knew that he must. The pink color of sleep was soft in her cheeks, making her look more alive. It was in those moments that he loved her.

He sighed, flickering the scene away. Elphaba’s eyelids fluttered in her sleep. His gaze followed along the line of her jaw, the empty place of her neck, the soft skin beneath the ear. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but didn’t.

It was something that she wouldn’t understand. The idea of loving Sarima. Sarima was all gravity and no air, all flower and no soft smells of unknown, of hidden breath, of pine needles in the forest.

She was everything that Elphaba wasn’t. She was nothing that Elphaba was. Pouches of skin hanging about her waist, around the breasts. Her hair always had the unkempt look of sleep. But it was she who had birthed his children, shared his home. She who knew the customs and ways of his homeland. No mystery.

Elphaba was all mystery.

Well, mostly mystery. In the months since he had been with her, Fiyero had figured out a few things on his own. For one, to not be late. She would never mention it, or question him, but there was the look of sorrow in her eyes, a desperate sort of way about her when she made love, all movements, flurries of fingers, no soft kisses.

And, for another, to be careful about bringing her gifts. You bring Elphaba a flower from the girl with a basket on the corner. You bring her a silken scarf. You show up with a scrap of poetry that you found in a hymnal, or the feather of a bird’s wing. But you do not bring her things that she needs.

The mystery of Elphaba is what he loves the most. She is always a step above him, always a thought ahead, a touch beyond. Sometimes he wishes he were different. Not such a simple man. Someone more suited to loving Elphaba as she deserves.

But he tries in his own ways. His love for her is… well, it is not his love for Sarima. With Sarima, it is comfort. With Elphaba, it is heartache. Every smooth plane of skin across her ribs, or tightly in her cheeks, is a reason to be in love, to realize the beauty in a world in which everything, cobblestones and creaking boards and smeared windows, is beautiful.

But he knows that she would not understand, for the third thing that you do not do with Elphaba is mention Sarima’s name. She sighs but says nothing. Clams up. No music. Brilliant as she is, she is past that sort of logic when it comes to him. So he tells her he will never love Sarima and never did. Elphaba is his world.

She wakes and shifts her arm across his thigh. Her eyes are thick with sleep and the moon. “Fiyero,” she murmurs, settling against his chest.

“I love you,” he says. He does. She is his world. But there is more to the world than beauty and pain. There is mediocrity; mediocre dances at the edge of his sight, reminding Fiyero that he is a simple man. But Elphaba and mediocre will never touch.

She is his world, but she is not the whole world. And that is one more reason to love her.

9th-Jan-2008 03:49 am (UTC)
*grins* D'aww :D
9th-Jan-2008 03:55 am (UTC)
*shakes head* You are always so deep, you know.
9th-Jan-2008 03:57 am (UTC)
Mmyes, I know. I always tell you immediately of my deeper thoughts, so I was just left with...well, that. XD
9th-Jan-2008 03:51 am (UTC)
oh, really interesting exploration of Sarima versus Elphaba. There isn't a lot of that out there. And I love these scenes of him and Elphaba together in her rooms; they seem very true to the book.
9th-Jan-2008 03:56 am (UTC)
Thank you. :)
9th-Jan-2008 03:51 am (UTC)
I forgot what I originally commented, but I know I included the word "pl0x" and something about it being awesome.


I'm sexy like that.

Write more. I liked <3
9th-Jan-2008 03:56 am (UTC)
Hehe. Yes'm.
9th-Jan-2008 03:58 am (UTC)
You already know I love this... It's magnificent. I'm so glad I inspired it :)
9th-Jan-2008 04:01 am (UTC)
*grins* Just like old times. Look, you even used the cackle.

But I am really glad that you like it. :)
9th-Jan-2008 04:03 am (UTC)
As my icons change, the cackle always stays.

I'm really glad you wrote it. Even if you did call me a fathead.
9th-Jan-2008 04:12 am (UTC)
Hahaha. Anything + head is totally an endearment.
9th-Jan-2008 05:03 am (UTC)
Pairing = not my thing. But I'm glad I read this. Gorgeously executed.

Imogen Heap ftw.
9th-Jan-2008 05:08 am (UTC)
:D Thank you.

And I've had Imogen stuck in my head all day long...
9th-Jan-2008 05:14 am (UTC)
Me too.

The lyric "bulldozed the life out of me" has been stalking me the past day and a half x_x
9th-Jan-2008 05:22 am (UTC)
I've got the song stuck in my head where she says "Just for now" over and over and over and over...
9th-Jan-2008 05:38 am (UTC)
That's a good one. At least she's the nice kind of "get stuck in your head" ... Better than a bad song :P
9th-Jan-2008 05:22 am (UTC)

That was my first reaction. XDD;;

Anyways...I liked it. I haven't seen much from book verse [Of course...I haven't really had to much time to look ^^;;] but I do prefer that to Musical verse. [I love the muscial...the book just...I don't know. Gives Oz [and the orginal series in some ways] a lot more depth.]

And I did like the Sarima Vs. Elphaba. There isn't actually much with Sarima and her lot at all.
9th-Jan-2008 05:28 am (UTC)
*grins* Well, oohing is a wonderful reaction.

I'm really glad you liked it. I prefer bookverse, too. Musicalverse always seemed to me to, I don't know, shallow up the characters too much just to get their stories to fit into the time span, if that makes sense. I only ever write musicalverse to make things make sense (such as Nessa in a wheelchair...) but always write book characters. We understand each other better.

9th-Jan-2008 05:54 am (UTC)
Isn't it? :P

And, depending on the time frame you use in the book, a wheelchair could make sense. If it's after Elphaba leaves, and before Glinda gets fairly good at enchanting, it's possible that she might have used one. The Nanny by that point was getting pretty old so she might not have been able to be with Nessa all day. And even after the shoes are enchanted, it's possible that she didn't wear them at all times...Or at least I'd think so. ^^;; But...-shrugs- Maybe I'm missing something...I haven't finished re-reading the book yet.
9th-Jan-2008 07:06 am (UTC)
I really liked this piece. Beautiful writing. Reminds me of the book in some parts; loved the small character study.

very well done :]
10th-Jan-2008 12:41 am (UTC)
Thank you. :)
24th-Apr-2010 06:47 am (UTC)
This is absolutely gorgeous. <3 I love it so much - I was wondering if I could get your permission to record it as a podfic?
25th-Apr-2010 01:52 am (UTC)
thanks so much. you absolutely have my permission. thanks for asking.
26th-Apr-2010 10:39 pm (UTC)
Here you go! Enjoy. :)