|The Wicked's Lives Are Lonely
Author: lalalei PM
16 oneshot drabble fics I wrote one day. I rather like them... Sort of a companion to my 100 drabbles. But not really...just read :PRated: Fiction T - English - Chapters: 16 - Words: 15,733 - Reviews: 30 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 3 - Updated: 06-06-09 - Published: 03-17-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3444786
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These are just random oneshots I wrote that really don't fit with my 100 Drabbles. So I gave them their own fic :) This 1st one is musicalverse.
Seeds of Wickedness
"Father's dead," Nessarose snaps, her voice as hard as her beauty.
"He's dead! I'm the governor now."
Nessa does not flinch; she does not waver or cry. She merely sits there in stony silence, her hands neatly folded in her lap.
Sitting there with frightening complacency in her wheelchair, the Wicked Witch of the East looms over her kneeling sister.
She would laugh; but she cannot find the voice to.
Elphaba gazes into her sister's cold, calculating eyes, searching for compassion...and remembers another time when she was like this...
It was the night of the Ozdust Ball...at Shiz.
Nessarose is with Boq, engaging in conversation; he is gazing at Galinda longingly. He is not looking at her; she grows angry...
"Boq...are you listening," she asks.
"Hm? Oh, yes, Miss Nessarose," he says distractedly. She is not fooled.
"Boq, you weren't listening to me! You lied to me, Boq," she cries, breaking down into fake tears.
Galinda throws them a worried glance, one that says 'fix her!'.
Boq is immediately at Nessa's side, patting her shoulder, putting an arm around her.
"Nessa...I'm sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you."
She gazes at him with a visage of frost.
"You're forgiven, Boq. Do not ignore me again..."
She suddenly switches her tone; she is now pleading, begging him not to leave...Nessarose always was a manipulator--she finds it easy, with her condition.
"Oh, Boq--you don't know what you mean to me! I couldn't survive without you! I need you here with me forever..."
He smiles uneasily, rubbing her shoulder blades.
"I'll stay with you, Nessa."
She moves in for the kill.
"For how long? A day? A week?"
"I'll stay as long as it takes for you to walk, Nessarose."
Nessa never expected that she would be cured...and she had forgotten his promise by then...
For Boq, for all his faults, can be as clever as she is.