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ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･
@sheofwicked
⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ “ 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝒚𝒐𝒖 , @sheofgood. ”⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀
𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐑𝐏 | +𝟏𝟖 Katılım Ağustos 2023
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“there’s no need to worry, darling. I’m perfectly fine and very happy because you are with me. our little boy is with me— my prince.”
squishing his cheeks and kissing the crown of his brown haired head.
“he has grown so much.”
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knowing her husband too well— like an open book she memorized word for word, she could read how concerned he was over one drop of blood; any discomfort, pain. her arm wrapped around him and moved closer to her boys, discarding the transparent fabric on the coffee table.
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so long, fiyero tigelaar@DANCEDINLlFE
he made an effort to not freak out at the blood. but truthfully, it was very hard. he didn't like seeing anyone’s blood anymore, let alone his wife’s. “it's not your fault. i should be paying more attention.” did that make sense? no. but he was worried about her.
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I need to get better and sew more elaborate clothes.”
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her finger was bleeding for several seconds until she brought it up to her mouth, the suction already stopped it and she reached out to touch her husband; reassure him that she was indeed alright. it was just a needle. it happened.
“don’t worry, honey. I’m totally fine.
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so long, fiyero tigelaar@DANCEDINLlFE
“liir says he's innocent, yes?” liir does go to say something, only for fiyero to tickle him. loud giggles escape him and fiyero can't help but be joyful about it. all this love is too much for him. not that he's against it. but he never thought he’d have this. +++
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you two keep being so adorable !,” she laughed loudly and put the needle down.
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she struggled to focus on her little project. stabbing herself with the needle and wincing— a small drop of crimson collecting at her fingertip. they were not helping her; their joy let her heart leap. they deserved to be happy.
“you’re distracting me !!! I can’t work if
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so long, fiyero tigelaar@DANCEDINLlFE
he covered liir’s ears for a second and looked at elphaba. perfectly smiling and liir giggling a bit. “make a surprise for him! don't tell him! he said he likes surprises.” he noticed liir trying to grab his thumb and chew on it. something that made the scarecrow +++
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it through the transparent fabric.
“by the way, I did make something for like. I have it somewhere in his room.”
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the most beautiful music to her ears. her two boys talking like it was the most normal thing— to her it most definitely was. they were her family, all she had left: her whole heart.
“I would do anything for you,” she hummed and concentrated on the needle, deliberately working
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so long, fiyero tigelaar@DANCEDINLlFE
"hey, buddy. you want to watch mama work, yeah?" sitting liir up in a way so he could be in fiyero's lap and look at his mother. he held him tightly, making sure he would not slip or fall down. "mummy is making something for daddy. one day, she will make something +++
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“he was sleeping all day. he wants to be with his dad now.”
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the little boy cooed incoherent words and reached for his father, slipping out of her arms and crawling over; a pretty view to see them interact— the same person in different versions. beaming lightly, her hands picked up the shirt she was working on again and continued sewing.
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so long, fiyero tigelaar@DANCEDINLlFE
he was going to meet her in liir’s room, but eventually was just getting up by the time she entered the room again. she was always a vision with liir. always seemed like she lit up when he was in her arms. he made them complete. he was meant to be. “is he +++
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picked him up and cradled the two year old like he was still an infant. “shush, mommy’s here. did you have a bad dream again ?”
she walked back to the couch and plopped down.
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with a soft and contented sigh, she got off his lap and squeezed his hand lovingly despite him not being able to feel physical contact— adjusting the dark ruffles of her skirt.
“no worries. I’ll get him. stay here.”
slow footsteps to their son’s joyful room, her arms
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so long, fiyero tigelaar@DANCEDINLlFE
“please me. I want to. I need to. I love you.” he heard liir stir in the room next to him. he didn't want to get up. didn't want to move and leave elphaba. but he also wanted to help his son out. his favorite little boy. he meant so much to him. “should we get that?”
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boy. the nature and the winds.”
the thought plastered a grin across her visage.
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her green lips kissed him with a silent eagerness, arms clung onto him like he was an anchor in her endless sea— saving her lungs from filling with water and drowning her; humming softly.
“we could marry again. I’m serious. we could have another wedding. just us and our
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so long, fiyero tigelaar@DANCEDINLlFE
he pulls her in tighter. wanting more. didn't need more, but wanting it. he knew she smelled good. he knew she felt good too. “you're adorable and i want to marry you again.” wrapping her legs around his body. wanting her to stay in this one place forever.
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I’d always choose you.”
her lips pressed against his for a sweet kiss.
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another giggle slipped— lighter and softer, hands touching his shoulders, focusing on his pretty dark eyes— love shining bright in her own. she would always recognize him.
“no, no, no. I would find you. I would know you’re you. and I would choose you. already chose you.
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so long, fiyero tigelaar@DANCEDINLlFE
“yeah yeah, but what if they threw my soul away! what happens then?” gazing into her eyes. oh oz. he was so whipped for her. even in the fake planet, he’d worry about losing her. she was his reason. “and what if.. what if they make more of me! hm? this is very +++
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tone and kissed his cheek, pretending to think.
“I could definitely tell which one is you. my soul would find you.”
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unbelievable what an effect this talking and walking scarecrow had on her— made of straw and strips of fabric with the purest heart she encountered. her spell did not change everything. how very grateful she was for that.
“they’d all want me ?,” she giggled in a high-pitched
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so long, fiyero tigelaar@DANCEDINLlFE
“you come here.” scooping her up from behind, and carrying her in the air. kissing her cheeks over and over. he loved her so much. his sweetest girl. “how would you know which one is me? the real me? i'd know i'm the real me! but what if they want to replace me?” +++
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yero more. sounds like a planet— and could be a planet. with its habitants all looking like you, talking like you, thinking like you. I would like that.”
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no. nothing should be named after her— the 𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 of the west, the villain in oz’s story and glinda’s counterpart. joking about it made her feel nauseous, guilty for everything she’d done; let the world believe her dead. it was better this way.
“mh-hm. I like
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