A/N: This one is.... Kind of random. Bit weird. Songfic from Glinda's POV thinking about Elphaba. Song, Uninvited by Alanis Morissette. Dedicated to Mirsha, who always leaves such lovely reviews :D
Disclaimer: I don't own this awesome song or any of the characters mentioned.
Uninvited - Alanis Morissette
Like anyone would be, I am flattered by your fascination with me.
Maybe more so, in fact, than others. You're so different, so... Unique. On the surface- of course. But also inside... I've had people stare at me as you do. I see the thoughts in their heads, the things they wish they had courage to do. But, as I very well know, courage is not something lacking in your disposition...
Like any hot-blooded woman, I have simply wanted an object to crave.
Before you, I hadn't felt this. In plays and books about romance, they never speak of this creeping heat that arises every time I see you. You grin at my discomfort; you know, somehow, what I feel. How can I hide? You are otherworldly. And that grin, that small smile, it isn't a sign of happiness- it's wicked.
But you- You're not allowed. You're uninvited, an unfortunate slight.
I never asked for this. This love, this lust, this craving- it's unnatural! Perverse! Unwanted... That's what you are. You barged into my perfect life with your speeches and your anger and your brutal view of the world. You have given me no reason to feel this way- I should hate you as they do. But you've put me under some sort of spell- I'm trapped in your world now, with no one to guide me.
Like any uncharted territory, I must seem greatly intriguing. You speak of my love like you have experienced love like mine before.
You laugh at my hesitance. You make my fears seem childish. You act like what we are doing is natural. But I know the truth- if they were to find out, any of them, I would be over. You; you have nothing to lose. They already see you as a freak, and maybe I'm starting to see why. You are a freak, this is wrong, I am above this. But still I run back.
And you laugh.
I don't think you unworthy- I need a moment to deliberate.
I won't lie and say that I don't want you. I more than want you- I need you as I need oxygen. I want to let you hold me in your strange arms and never let me go. I want to give myself to you, in body and mind and soul. And I want yours in return. Your beautiful, very present soul. You say you don't believe in its existence, but I know better. Your soul is what I fell in love with, and your soul is what I will wish I had power over for the rest of my life.
My choice is made for me. There never really was an option. We belong to different worlds, and were we to merge them who knows what would happen? It's a chance that I'm not brave enough to take.
This is the last time. I swear it. I can't keep coming back to you. If you cared for me you would understand. But sometimes I fear that I'm just another of your obscure projects- my heart just a variable in one of your complex equations.
But what you forgot to consider is that my heart, young and naive as it is, became a constant somewhere along the way.
Tell me what you think please, still don't know whether or not I like it =/