Welcome to Colwen Grounds!
Elphaba woke up dazed and confused, her world in black and white.
Her skin tingled, a sensation that wasn’t exactly painful but wasn’t entirely pleasant, either.
Looking down, she saw she was dressed in a black frock; it was simple, yet stylish with delicate patterns embroidered along the skirt. Running her fingers down the sleeves, she could feel the material was fine, expensive.
Where did this come from?
Looking around, Elphaba saw she was in a field. Despite the fact that everything was monochrome, she could see the liveliness of the grass beneath her feet; could practically smell the poppies that littered the entire field.
It was beautiful but didn’t help her confusion.
Where was she?
On the horizon, Elphaba saw a sign that she could’ve sworn wasn’t there a second ago.
Stepping carefully through the field, Elphaba approached the sign.
Welcome to Colwen Grounds! You’ll never want to leave! it read in bright bold letters. Behind the letters, a picturesque mountainside was painted alongside a stream.
Just left of the Yellow Brick Road.
What road?
The thought had barely crossed Elphaba’s mind when she noticed the long stretch of road cutting through the field, leading on for miles and miles in either direction. It stood out boldly against its monochrome backing, its yellow gleam the only splash of color in the world.
That was definitely not there before.
Stepping out of the field, Elphaba hesitated, her foot hovering over the pristine yellow bricks.
I have no better ideas , she thought to herself with a shrug of her shoulders, placing her foot down firmly on the road.
As she placed both feet on the road, it seemed to glimmer underneath her, guiding her forwards.
In the distance, Elphaba could make out the outline of buildings. Signs of life.
Down the road we go, Elphaba thought to herself, setting her shoulders back and setting down the winding road, hoping to find answers.
It seemed like Elphaba had barely taken five steps when she found herself at the entrance to a quaint town, bustling with life. People walked through the town square, blinding smiles on their faces as they walked by.
A few people stopped when they saw her, pausing to wave at her, an action Elphaba could only reciprocate with hesitance.
Everyone here seemed to know her, but she knew nobody.
“Elphaba! There you are!” a voice called out to her and Elphaba spun around, relief flooding her veins when she finally recognized the face.
“Nessa,” Elphaba breathed out, accepting the hug from her sister. “What is going on--”
“How was the Emerald City? We’ve been dying to have you back. It feels like you’ve been gone forever!” Nessa said, linking their arms together and leading her into the town.
“I was?” Elphaba questioned weakly, allowing Nessarose to lead her through.
“You were,” Nessa said with a firm nod of her head. “I thought we’d never see you again!”
“We?”
“You are being so weird, Fabala,” Nessa said with a fond roll of her eyes.
“Sorry, I guess I’m just a bit tired,” Elphaba said, her head spinning.
A flash of red caught her eye and Elphaba’s head whipped down. “Nessa, your shoes,” Elphaba said, the sparkling red serving as a stark contrast to the black and white world.
“I love them!” Nessa said, moving away from Elphaba to give a delighted twirl, kicking her leg up. “I know I said I didn’t want anything for my birthday, but these were an absolutely wonderful gift, Fabala.”
“I gave those to you?” Elphaba asked, her brows furrowing in confusion. Why couldn’t she remember that?
She remembered Nessa, and she remembered the shoes. But Elphaba hadn’t been the one to give
them to her, had she? Nessa wasn’t even able to walk, was she? No, that couldn’t possibly be it. Nessarose was standing right in front of her.
Those shoes…
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you wear them some time,” Nessa said, noticing Elphaba staring at her shoes. “When I’m dead and buried!”
Around them, people stopped to laugh at Nessa’s joke and Ness laughed alongside them, unfazed by the sudden attention.
“Anyways,” Nessa continued once the laughter had died down, seemingly unfazed by everything that was happening, “so much has happened while you were gone, I must tell you everything.”
“Yeah, okay,” Elphaba agreed slowly, hoping that maybe if Nessarose kept talking, something would finally click for her. “Tell me everything.”
“The strangest group of travelers came through the other day, skipping and singing and talking about wanting to see the Wizard. It was the darndest thing! There was this girl and her little dog and she had the oddest band of friends, you would have gotten a good kick out of seeing them,” Nessa laughed and Elphaba smiled along. “That girl kept going on and on about some place called Kansas. There is no Kansas! Why, I had half a mind to throw a bucket of water in her face. Maybe that would have stopped her from talking all that nonsense!”
“It sounds like she was just a little confused,” Elphaba offered, feeling something tickle the back of her head as she tried to imagine what Nessa was talking about. There was something on the edge of her memory, just out of reach. “It sounds like a funny story.”
“It really brought the house down!” Nessa said, and more laughter erupted around them.
“Do they… always do that?” Elphaba asked, looking warily at the people surrounding them.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” Nessa said, waving away Elphaba’s concerns. “Anyways, Boq was so worried about that girl getting home safe that he even walked with her down the Yellow Brick Road until she got to her next destination. Fiyero too! Such gentlemen, those boys.”
“Boq? Fiyero?” Elphaba questioned, screwing her eyes shut as memories flooded into her mind.
Boq. Awkward, charming Boq. He captured her sister’s heart when they were… Where had they been? A gaping hole took the place of her memories, leaving her floundering.
Fiyero. Something stronger in her was ignited by the name. A brush of hands. Eyes meeting. A lion cub. Then, nothing.
“Boq, my husband?” Nessa said as though it were obvious, flashing her left hand to show her ring.
Of course. Nessa and Boq were married. Elphaba had been at the wedding.
Hadn’t she?
She must’ve been.
Why couldn’t she remember it?
“Right, of course,” Elphaba said, playing along.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” Nessa asked, concern shining through her eyes as she looked at Elphaba.
Elphaba stared back at her sister, words dying on the tip of her tongue.
Something was afoot here.
There was something at work, something that would explain why Elphaba couldn’t remember anything; something that would explain why everything was black and white and why she had woken up in a field alone.
She needed to figure out what was going on, but until then, her best course of action was to stay calm and pretend like nothing was wrong. She couldn’t cause a scene. If she stuck out too much, she could be putting herself or her sister in danger. She needed to make a game plan.
“Yes,” Elphaba lied, her mind racing. “I think I just need to rest. Can you walk me home?”
“Of course,” Nessa replied easily, looping her arm back through Elphaba’s and leading them down the road. “I am so happy that you decided to move here.”
“Me too,” Elphaba said, playing along. “How long has it been? Everything has been so hectic I’ve barely been able to keep track of time.”
“Moving will do that to you,” Nessa said, patting Elphaba’s hand sympathetically. “When me and Boq moved it took us a whole three months to get situated. You’ve only been here for a month, I’m sure everything will start to click for you soon.”
“I sure hope so,” Elphaba said, her stomach churning uneasily.
Nessa smiled happily at her, unaware of her unease. “Here we are,” she said, pulling them to a stop in front of a house.
As far as houses went, it wasn’t anything crazy. A two story house with a white picket fence wrapping around it. Various flowers grew around the evidently well-kept lawn, lining the pathway leading to the front door. Peering through the windows, Elphaba caught sight of a dining room with a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, partially concealed by curtains that were draped across the windows from inside.
Elphaba couldn’t imagine living in the house or being able to maintain it to the state it was in, but there were more things to worry about than the state of the poppies in the front lawn.
The first order of business was getting into the house so she could be alone and figure out just what was going on here.
“Thank you for walking me,” Elphaba said, leaning in to give her sister a hug. Even if she didn’t know what was going on, she could at least find comfort in having her sister around.
“Of course,” Nessa replied, squeezing Elphaba tight. “I am so glad you’re home again.”
“Me, too,” Elphaba said, giving Nessa’s hand a squeeze once they’d separated.
Nessa nodded at her house, a knowing smile playing at her lips. “You’d better get inside, she’s going to be so happy to see you.”
“Who?” Elphaba questioned, her eyebrows furrowing.
Nessa winked at her, giving Elphaba a shake of her head, as though she was humoring some joke. “The four of us will have dinner later this week,” she said firmly. Her voice left no room for argument and Elphaba found herself nodding in agreement. Nessa smiled at her, backing away slowly, unaware of Elphaba’s distress. “I’ll see you later, Fabala! Make sure you get some rest!”
And just like that, Nessarose was gone.
Elphaba watched her sister go, her ruby red shoes sparkling with each step she took. She waited until she could no longer see the sparkly of the shoes then turned around slowly, facing the house. Her stomach churned, turning in anticipation as she prepared herself to face whoever was inside.
She made her way down the path leading to the door. The bees buzzed happily around her, flitting from flower to flower. She took note of the garden shovel that lay discarded on the edge of the lawn and had half a mind to bring it with her as a weapon.
In the end, she refrained, deciding that if she blew her cover without knowing what she was getting herself into, a garden shovel would not be much help to her. She needed to figure out what was going on, then she could take action.
She came to a stop at the front door. Mindlessly, her hand reached for the pocket of her frock and she was surprised to find a set of keys. Staring at the keys in her hand, she let out a scoff. Where were these things appearing from?
Whoever set this up, they were good , Elphaba would give them that much.
At random, she chose a key and inserted it into the lock, letting out a quiet laugh when the door unlocked on the first try.
“Of course it would work,” Elphaba said to herself, opening the door slowly.
As she stepped inside, the smell of sugar and vanilla filled her nose, covering her in warmth. There was a small bowl next to the door where another seat of keys was already residing and Elphaba dropped her keys next to them, her body moving on autopilot as she removed her boots, setting them inside the closet next to a pair of heels.
“Nessarose? Is that you?” a woman’s voice called out from deeper in the house and Elphaba felt her breath catch.
She knew that voice.
She’d know that voice anywhere.
Every neuron in her head lit up at once at the sound of the voice, her feet moving of their own accord, following the siren song.
She came to a stop in a doorway leading to the kitchen, her eyes widening as she took in the sight before her.
Another woman was standing at the counter, mixing bowl in hand, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she stared at the cookbook in front of her while mixing some kind of concoction vigorously in the bowl.
Even as she worked, she was the picture of perfection. Her dress fit her just right and her hair fell in perfect waves down her back.
Elphaba found herself breathless.
“You know, you said this recipe would be a cinch but I cannot for the life of me figure it out!” the woman exclaimed, her back still turned to Elphaba as she peered at the instructions in front of her. “It says to fold the batter and I have folded it every which way but this darned cake has turned out wrong every single time! This is an absolute disaster.”
“Glinda,” Elphaba breathed out, a warmth spreading through her body as she looked at the woman in front of her.
Everything seemed to click into place.
Glinda spun around, the mixing bowl clattering to the floor with a loud clang. Batter spilled out of the bowl, flying onto the pristine cabinets, spreading across the spotless floor.
Neither of them could find it in them to care.
“Elphie!” Glinda was the first to move, stepping over the discarded mixing bowl and launching herself into Elphaba’s arms, squeezing tightly.
Elphaba caught her easily, squeezing Glinda just as tight, inhaling her sweet, floral scent.
This felt right.
“I didn’t know you were coming back today!” Glinda said, keeping her arms wrapped around Elphaba’s neck as she pulled away to look at her.
“I didn’t know either,” Elphaba admitted with a chuckle, her arms winding around Glinda’s waist.
Glinda scrunched her nose up adorably. “I was trying to make a cake for when you got home tomorrow.”
Elphaba peered around Glinda to look at the mixing bowl whose contents were now covering the kitchen. “I can see that,” she said, trying and failing to hide her smile.
“Don’t make fun!” Glinda cried, swatting Elphaba’s arm.
“I would never.”
“You’re laughing at me!”
“I’m not!”
“I put a lot of effort into trying to bake that cake!” Glinda huffed, pouting.
“And I will put a lot of effort into cleaning up after that cake,” Elphaba said solemnly, looking again at the batter coating the floors.
“You could clean it up with a snap of your fingers, don’t be dramatic,” Glinda said, rolling her eyes as she stepped back into Elphaba’s space.
“ I’m the dramatic one?” Elphaba gasped, affronted.
“Darling, let’s not argue,” Glinda said with a sweet smile, her fingers running across Elphaba’s neck.
Elphaba barely suppressed a shiver at the contact. Glinda gave her a knowing smile, her eyes glinting playfully. “Since you’re home so early, why don’t we go out for dinner tonight. How does that sound, darling?”
“It sounds great,” Elphaba said, savoring that warm feeling in her chest. There was flour smeared across Glinda’s cheek and Elphaba found herself reaching up to brush it away with a featherlight touch.
“Perfect,” Glinda said, flashing her a blinding smile. She stepped away from Elphaba clapping her hands together. “You go upstairs and get dressed and I’ll clean this old mess up and join you.”
“I can help,” Elphaba offered, not wanting to be away from Glinda just yet. She still had no idea where she was or what was going on, but somehow with Glinda everything felt a little more normal.
“You are entirely too sweet, my darling Elphie,” Glinda said and Elphaba herself soften even more. “But no, I can clean this up in no time at all. You should go rest. I’m sure you are positively exhaustified from your journey.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positively.”
“Okay,” Elphaba said, lingering in the doorway for a second longer, afraid that if she walked away the odd dream she found herself in would end.
She’d barely taken one step backwards when Glinda called out for her again. “Oh Elphie?”
Elphaba turned back immediately. “Yes?”
Glinda smiled sweetly at her, stalking back up to her. “I do believe you forgot something.”
“I’ve been doing a lot of that recently,” Elphaba said, laughing lightly at her own joke.
“Let me help you remember.”
The next thing Elphaba knew, Glinda was on her tiptoes, her hand was cupping Elphaba’s cheek and everything was Glinda, Glinda, Glinda.
Elphaba froze as Glinda’s lips pressed against her. Her eyes widened in shock while Glinda’s fluttered closed.
Glinda was kissing her.
And Elphaba was kissing her back.
Glinda’s lips were soft against her own, her thumb caressing Elphaba’s cheek gently while her other hand came to rest on Elphaba’s waist. Elphaba’s arms came to encircle Glinda, pulling her impossibly closer.
Glinda let out a happy hum, pulling away to rest her forehead against Elphaba’s.
Elphaba slowly opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was Glinda’s deep blue eyes, looking adoringly at her through fluttering eyelashes.
Slowly, color seeped into the world.
Glinda’s dress revealed itself, a powdery pink that contrasted beautifully with the green of Elphaba’s skin.
Pink goes good with green , Glinda’s voice chimed in her head.
Elphaba couldn’t agree more.
She kept her eyes trained on Glinda as the grey seeped out of her hair, replaced by blonde locks that fell across her face with a delicate curl.
Elphaba’s hand reached up of its own accord, tucking the errant hair behind Glinda’s ear, her hand lingering against Glinada’s face.
Glinda smiled at her, soft and adoring and beautiful and Elphaba couldn’t remember why she ever thought something could be wrong, not when this felt so right .
“Welcome home,” Glinda murmured against her lips, “my beautiful, darling wife .”
Glinda’s words melted what little was left of Elphaba’s brain. She became suddenly aware of the cool press of metal from Glinda’s left hand on her cheek. Without even looking, she knew that she’d find a matching ring on her own finger.
When did this happen? Elphaba questioned, floundering.
Everything about this was wonderful, but something still wasn’t right. How could she have forgotten her own marriage? And to Glinda? She would remember that, wouldn’t she?
“Don’t look so surprised, Elphie,” Glinda laughed, placing a kiss on the corner of Elphaba’s mouth. When Elphaba gave her a blank look, Glinda pouted. “We’ve been married for six months, dearest. Remember?”
“I--” Elphaba hesitated, wracking her mind for any memory, desperate to remember.
Just as she was about to give up, a memory began blossoming to life in her mind.
Glinda in a beautiful pink wedding gown, flowers in her hair, music playing as she walked down the aisle, towards Elphaba. Nessarose was by her side, tears in her eyes as she handed them the rings, placing a kiss on both Glinda and Elphaba’s cheeks before retreating.
She remembered looking into Glinda’s eyes, holding both her hands in her own as she promised her forever.
I’ve heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason. I don’t know if I believe that’s true, but I know that I would find you in any life. I will never leave you behind. Not in life, not in death .
Those were her vows. She remembered the tears in Glinda’s eyes as she recited them, her eyes full of nothing but love.
There is no place you could go that I won’t follow. Because I knew you, Elphaba Thropp, I have been changed for good. You’ll be with me like a handprint on my heart. Always.
“You do remember, don’t you?” Glinda questioned, looking at Elphaba unsurely.
“I do,” Elphaba replied, her heart bursting as the memories came back to her.
How could I have ever forgotten.
“I’d never forget you,” Elphaba said, leaning forward to place a kiss against Glinda’s forehead.
“Phew! You scared me for a second,” Glinda chuckled breathlessly, leaning into Elphaba. “Imagine me having to explain to my Momsy and Popsicle that my wife forgot who I was! Especially after we’ve known each other for over a decade.”
“Good thing you’ll never have to have that conversation,” Elphaba smiled, pressing another kiss to the top of Glinda’s head.
“Good. Because I believe you promised me forever, and I fully intend to collect on that,” Glinda replied, letting out a happy hum.
“I don’t know, forever seems like an awfully long time,” Elphaba teased.
“Elphaba Thropp! You wicked thing,” Glinda huffed, slapping Elphaba’s arm lightly.
“I’m sorry, my sweet, I couldn’t resist,” Elphaba laughed.
“Absolutely wicked,” Glinda said, shaking her head with a fond smile. She gave Elphaba a gentle push. “Go and lay down for a bit while I clean this up. I’ll be right up with you.”
“Alright,” Elphaba said, pulling away reluctantly. “Don’t take too long.”
“Missing me already, darling?” Glinda teased.
“Yes. Always,” Elphaba replied genuinely.
Glinda softened, looking at Elphaba lovingly. “How did I get so lucky?”
“I could ask myself the same thing,” Elphaba replied, returning the look.
Glinda let out a short breath, laughing slightly as she fanned her eyes. “This won’t do! You must leave at once before I start crying.”
“Alright,” Elphaba chuckled softly, turning away.
“Oh, and Elphie?” Glinda called out, stopping Elphaba in her tracks again.
“Yes, my sweet?” Elphaba asked, turning around patiently.
Glinda looked at her softly, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears with a loving smile playing at her lips. “I love you.”
Elphaba just about melted.
“I love you, Glinda. So much,” Elphaba replied, just as soft.
The dazzling smile she received in return was enough to push all concerns to the back of Elphaba’s mind, grounding her in the here and now. There was nothing that could be more important than where she was right now.
“Ok, now I’ll really start to clean this up,” Glinda laughed lightly, quickly wiping her eyes. She turned around, hands on her hips, letting out a sigh at the mess that was left for her.
Elphaba lingered in the doorway for a second longer, watching Glinda wave her hands, the mixing bowl rising from the ground to land gently in the sink whilst a mop floated out of the closet, beginning to clean the batter from the floor.
“I can feel you watching me, dearest,” Glinda called, not turning around. Elphaba blushed at being caught. “Go on. Before I have the broom sweep you out of here.”
With another wave of her hand, the broom emerged from the closet, looking at Elphaba threateningly. Elphaba raised her hands in surrender. “I’m going, I’m going,” she defended, giving Glinda one last look before turning over her shoulder and making her way towards the staircase.
She walked away, the sound of Glinda’s humming following her through the house.
As she walked up the staircase, Elphaba took a second to admire the pictures lining the walls. There were dozens of pictures of her and Glinda, pressed close together in some place or another. Memories of the life that they shared together littered the halls, each one telling its own story.
I can’t believe I couldn’t remember , Elphaba laughed to herself, shaking her head. I must have been really tired.
Her feet led her to a bedroom that she immediately knew was hers and Glinda’s. Light streamed in from the glass balcony door, illuminating the room in the afternoon sun. There was a bookshelf and a reading chair tucked into one corner of the room and a pink vanity littered with all sorts of bottles tucked in the other.
In the center of the room was a large, king-sized bed with simple white covers, littered with various plush pillows. There were night stands on either side of the bed; a large book rested on one, a bookmark nestled snugly between its pages. On the other night stand were various candles, a handful of crystals, and a magazine that was laying face down, clearly well-read.
Elphaba let out a long sigh, her weariness finally catching up to her.
She trudged over to her side of the bed, not even bothering to pull the covers back before she flopped down onto the bed, resting an arm over her forehead as she laid on her back, eyelids growing heavy as she stared at the ceiling.
Her memories slowly came back to her and she remembered everything with sudden clarity.
She and Glinda were roommates at Shiz. That’s where she’d met Boq and Fiyero. That’s where Nessa and Boq met.
She remembered falling in love with Glinda, the two of them spending their days at Shiz completely in love and content. Shared kisses in between classes, the beds in their shared room pushed permanently together.
She remembered going to Nessa’s wedding, watching her sister get married. She remembered thinking Glinda looked beautiful that night and thinking of the ring that was hidden back home, waiting for the perfect opportunity.
Elphaba remembered moving to Colwen grounds months after their wedding. She could recall with perfect clarity, carrying Glinda through the threshold of the house after Glinda’s insistence that it would make the house officially theirs .
A week and a half ago, she remembered saying goodbye to Glinda, having to go to the Emerald City for work. Both Glinda and Nessarose walked with her all the way to the train station, lamenting her departure. She’d promised to write to both of them while she was gone and she had kept her promise.
Elphaba could clearly remember waking up this morning, realizing that she had finished her work early and making the decision to return home a day early. She remembered getting off of the train one stop early, sending her luggage along to be delivered to the house so that she could stretch her legs. She remembered drifting into the poppy field along the side of the road and laying down, deciding to take a quick nap before continuing the rest of the way home.
And that was where she woke up earlier this morning.
The pollen from the poppies must have gone to her head. That was the only reasonable explanation for why she’d forgotten everything until now. She was probably just exhausted. She had been laying out under the sun in that field.
Yeah, that was exactly it. It was just like Nessa and Glinda had said. She was just tired.
Her eyes fluttered shut and she shook her head again, laughing at how foolish she had been, thinking that there was some trick being played on her.
She let out a happy little sigh, sinking further into the mattress.
There was no place like home.
Elphaba was awoken from her slumber by the mattress next to her dipping. She kept her eyes shut, smiling when the familiar floral scent hit her nose, accompanied by a warm body pressing against her side.
Glinda’s arm snaked around her waist, her head coming to rest on Elphaba’s shoulder, letting out a content breath.
“All finished cleaning up?” Elphaba asked, her voice deep with sleep.
“The kitchen is practically spotless,” Glinda confirmed, placing a kiss to the underside of Elphaba’s jaw. “Did I wake you?”
“Mhm,” Elphaba confirmed, wrapping an arm around Glinda and pulling her close, placing a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the familiar smell of her shampoo. “I didn’t realize how tired I was until I laid down. I fell right asleep.”
“You must have been really tired,” Glinda cooed.
“I was. I could barely remember anything. It was like waking up from some sort of dream,” Elphaba murmured, feeling herself growing drowsy again with Glinda’s comforting weight atop of her.
“A good dream?” Glinda questioned, her hand tracing random patterns on Elphaba’s stomach.
“A weird dream. I could hardly even remember where we lived,” Elphaba said with a light chuckle. “I didn’t even remember Nessa’s wedding. Can you believe that?”
Glinda laughed lightly, hugging Elphaba tighter. “Don’t tell Nessa that. She’ll pull out the wedding album and have us all look at it for hours to remind you,” Glinda said, her lips brushing against Elphaba’s neck as she spoke. “I love your sister but I’ve already looked at those pictures hundreds of times. I think she forgets that we helped her to make that album.”
“I believe you did all the work for me, my sweet,” Elphaba reminded her.
“I am marvelous at scrapbooking, aren’t I?”
“Yes, absolutely magnificent,” Elphaba confirmed sleepily.
“Aw, my dearest darling, you’re absolutely exhausted, aren’t you?” Glinda cooed, noticing Elphaba drifting off.
“I suppose I am,” Elphaba said, barely fighting off sleep.
“How about we stay in and do absolutely nothing for the rest of the night?” Glinda proposed.
“Have I mentioned that I love you?” Elphaba smiled, drawing a laugh out of Glinda.
“You have, but it never hurts to hear it again,” Glinda preened. “In fact, you should never say anything other than that.”
Elphaba’s smile widened. She planted another kiss atop Glinda’s head. “I love you.” Another kiss. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” she said between kisses.
Glinda giggled, shifting in her arms to capture Elphaba’s lips in a deep kiss, sighing into her mouth.
“You are never allowed to leave again,” Glinda said, hovering over Elphaba, looking down at her with mock seriousness.
“I won’t leave again,” Elphaba agreed, smiling into the kiss Glinda planted on her.
“I really missed you, Elphie,” Glinda sighed, laying her body fully atop of Elphaba, resting her head in the crook of her neck.
“Was I really gone that long?” Elphaba questioned, rubbing a hand up and down Glinda’s back.
Glinda let out a heavy sigh, placing a soft kiss on Elphaba’s neck. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you how long it felt like.”
Elphaba hummed, pulling Glinda closer as her eyes began to slide shut again.
“We’ll never be apart again.”
****
“Sir, Glinda the Good has disappeared. So has a large portion of Munchkinlanders. We can’t find them anywhere.”
The Scarecrow sat up straighter in his seat. “Find them.”