Beginnings and Endings
This story is based on the musical 'Wicked', a truly fantastic show. Anyone who missed the subtext between Glinda (the Good), and Elphaba, the so-called Wicked Witch of the West, must be either blind or delusional. So rather than obsessing over it for evermore, I thought a little cathartic writing was in order.
----------Part 1: Loathing and detestation
All was normal in the small room they shared. That is, a full scale battle was in progress. The girls stood rigid, toe to toe, the original point of this contest long passed – like that ever mattered anyway.
"I hate you, Glinda, you and your stupid name! You are by far and away the shallowest, most self-absorbed, most unfeeling person that I have had the great misfortune to have met! Do you really think any sane man could marry you?"
Glinda stood, speechless, for a sharp fraction of time. Their arguments had never gone so far before. Then, without thinking, she raised her arm to strike.
"Oh, no you don't," Elphaba crowed, catching hold of the smaller woman's wrist.
She struggled, but to no avail.
"Let go of me! Right this second, or I'll –"
Elphaba tightened her grip still more, wrenching Glinda up until their eyes met.
"Scream until your fawning little minions come save you? Tell them how the green freak can't control herself? How just the sight of you makes her blood boil!?"
"I -," she stopped, unable to respond.
Two heated glares met. Green and black, white and gold. Elphaba looked down into those wide blue eyes, breath coming short in the midst of her passion. One dark moment - that was where it all began. Before she knew what she did, her mouth crushed against Glinda's. At first, she struggled still more wildly than before, helpless cries muffled by the stronger girl. But soon, her rational mind was overcome. All changed as Glinda pushed her back across the room, pressing Elphaba against the side of the bed, fuelled by a fever she had never felt before.
In the end, it was Elphaba who broke the kiss. Gasping for breath, she stared at her roommate, want warring with shock, wonder with fear.
"Glinda?" her voice was strangled, unsure.
Elphaba searched her face, looking for answers there. Lust, she saw, confusion…and regret.
"I'll go." She left before Glinda could say a word.