POC2: Hi guys, miss me

POC2: Hi guys, miss me? I wrote another one!

This one isn’t really related to a song, it’s a sort of explanation of Elphaba’s father and the way he treats his daughters. Yes, I know Elphaba says that he doesn’t like her because of the whole milkweed incident, but that always struck me as a really bad reason.

E: This still isn’t a very good reason.

POC2: Maybe not, but it’s more understandable. I mean really, the milkweed incident was so clearly his fault.

So, the way I see it, Elphaba assumed that the reason was the milkweed incident because she didn’t know about the real reason which was—well, read on.

Oh by the way, this one is really more of a double drabble, so I hope you’re not too picky about that sort of thing.

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He knew.

When he wasn’t home enough to keep his wife happy, he knew.

When she turned to another man to fill the hole that he left in her life, he knew.

When her first child was born, he did not know why she was green, but he did know that she was not his.

He always knew.

After that, she came back to him; and again he knew.

He did not know that she feared that the child’s skin color was a punishment and only returned because she feared that the next punishment would be even worse.

He did know that she had returned, and he told himself that it was because he was home more often; because she had loved him all along.

When she became pregnant again, he was determined that this child, who was both of theirs, would be as perfect as their love.

After the birth, with his wife dead and his daughter crippled, he knew that it was because of the milkweed.

It was his fault, and he knew.

All he had left were memories.

Nessa reminded him of the love that they had shared at the end, so he doted on her.

Elphaba reminded him of the time when he wasn’t good enough, and he treated her accordingly.

It wasn’t fair, and he knew that.

But then, he always knew.

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POC2: So there you go.

Remember, if you want to see more of these, you’d better inspire me. Elphaba’s being lazy.

E: Hey!

W: You’re an author. You don’t need a fictional character to give you inspiration. No offence, Elfie.

POC2: I need inspiration from somewhere.