JESSICA LANGE photographed by ANTONIO LOPEZ, 1970s

okay miss gaylinda

Soy otro ser por tí.

@tangledcostellations this art is so beautiful, and I can't help but notice that Elphaba's dress looks much more like her post-melting dress than the dress she wears for the rest of act 2. made me think up a (not so) little story, about Elphaba revealing to Glinda that she's not dead

unedited, sorry if it's a little clunky

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The footsteps above her are quiet. She hunches down further in the crawl space under the floorboards, hoping to shrink down to nothing, so she won't have to face the consequences of her actions.

Glinda needs to believe she's dead. For her plan to work, for Oz to flourish, for Glinda to be safe, Elphaba needs her to believe she's dead. Hopefully the smoke and mirrors and cheap parlor tricks were convincing enough.

"Elphie?"

Glinda's voice is nothing more than a tearful whisper. The footsteps grow closer, and yet they are still quiet. Glinda's right above her now, she catches a glimpse of sequined blue through the tiniest of cracks in the floorboards.

The Good Witch's footfalls are quiet, but the sound of her collapsing to the ground in an agonized sob is louder to Elphaba than the most ear-splitting crack of thunder.

"Oh, Elphaba!" Glinda cries, and it shatters Elphaba's heart. The plan was to fake her own death, but she hadn't expected Glinda to show up, she hadn't prepared for her to witness it all.

"You terrible thing!" Glinda's sobs echo in the spacious chambers of the castle, "Curse you, truly, for leaving me here like this! I..." she nearly chokes on her words here, "I loved you! More than anything or anyone in Oz, I loved you!"

Elphaba's heart-- she never fully believed that she had one-- twists in its cavity, like a knife to the chest as the weight sinks in of what she'd done. The plan was to wait for Fiyero to return, then make a quick getaway to some land far beyond the deserts surrounding Oz. But now, she realizes, doing that means leaving Glinda behind.

And if Glinda hadn't been there to see her death, maybe she'd have been able to emotionally distance herself enough from the idea that it wouldn't hurt.

She couldn't stray from the plan. She was too much of a distraction to Glinda. Staying hidden was for Glinda's good just as much as it was her own.

Still... sneaking just a peek couldn't hurt.

She looks through the crack at the door's edge. Glinda clutches her pointed witch's hat to her chest, makeup running with tears. It breaks her heart. She caused this agony.

It wouldn't hurt to open the door a little. One last glance at her beloved...

A mistake. The hinges of the door squeak, and Glinda turns in the direction of the noise, jumping back upon realizing she's not alone.

"Who's there?" Glinda holds the hat against herself, pointed end outward as if intending to try and use it as a means of self-defense, "Show yourself!"

There's no turning back now. Elphaba reveals herself. Climbing into the light, she blinks back tears, only now realizing their sting upon her face. When had she started crying?

"Elphie?" Glinda stands in shock and there's a moment of silence, some unknowable emotion painting her face.

She's probably furious. Probably never wants to see her again after pulling such a dangerous stunt, after breaking her heart yet another time.

"Look, I know you're mad at me," Elphaba starts, "But if you just let me explain what my plan was--"

Glinda strides across the room, and Elphaba half-expects a slap across the face. Hell, she deserves it after everything she's put Glinda through.

She closes braces herself for the inevitable sting.

It never comes, instead she's knocked off balance, staggering backward a couple of steps. For a moment, she believes Glinda's trying to tackle her to the ground.

Then she realizes. It's a hug.

Elphaba freezes. Glinda's hugging her. That's... not what she anticipated.

"You don't have to say anything." Glinda's surprisingly strong arms wrap around her shoulders, "I've already forgiven you. I'm just glad you're alive."

Glinda sobs into her shoulder, and Elphaba lets her own tears fall freely despite the burn. She doesn't deserve this. She doesn't deserve Glinda's kindness again.

Running away with what was left of Fiyero was her plan. To live a boring, mundane life with someone whose company she didn't mind. It's dull. The punishment she deserves.

The new plan, it seems, involves all of that, but with Glinda. Her other half, her true match. Glinda, a warm heartbeat, all pink and perfect. It's the life she'd dreamed of. And she doesn't deserve that. Not after everything she's put Oz through.

But... she can't repeat the mistake she's always made. Not again. Life with Glinda, presented to her once again on a silver platter. Sure, it's a decision she could've made five years ago, or three months ago, or last week, or fifteen minutes ago, but she can't change the past, only look on into the future.

"I love you." Elphaba says returns the hug finally, wrapping her arms tightly around Glinda, vowing in that moment to never let her go.

She loves her so.

(I really love krc's movements towards Elphie, Praising, defending, protecting her.)

kiss :’]

self-indulgent fanart *sunglesses emoji*

🥀 a gardener for my grave (no plan) 🥀

Fandom: Wicked

Ship: gelphie

Summary: After decades in hiding, Elphaba returns to Oz, determined to reunite with Glinda. Things do not go according to plan. But, then again, when do they ever?

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