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[March 11] [Wicked (the Musical)] Held Breath Part One
Title: Held Breath Part One
Date/Theme: Mar 11 / once the words are spoken, something may be broken
Series: Wicked (the Musical)
Character(s)/Pairing: Elphaba/Fiyero
Rating: G
They ran through the woods with shadows ever deepening, branches reaching in place of the soldiers they had lost soon after entering the forest -- lost, but still on their trail. Low thorny bushes tore at Elphaba's skirt and once Fiyero almost lost the lantern as the wind whipped the long, hanging leaves of one tree into his face.
But he never let go of her hand.
"Fiyero!" She gasped, at last overwhelmed by snatching thorns. She pulled them both to a stop and leaned over, trying to catch her breath.
He obligingly released her hand so she could hold her stomach with both arms. He then darted back a few feet to look for any other hint of the pursuers. "Clear...for now."
She composed herself, murmuring, "Perhaps they won't catch up, perhaps they'll get lost..." There was a faint chanting manner to how she spoke; she secretly hoped it would come out as a spell.
"They won't catch up if we keep moving." Fiyero urged, and put an arm around her shoulders to encourage her to straighten and start forward again. Instead she froze, inside aching to just fall into a real embrace. She then turned and started to put her arms around him. He moved and caught one wrist. "Not yet. We can't stop. As much as we wish, the truth is they're still after us."
She stifled an indignant protest and nodded, looking to the path ahead. Hand in hand they continued onward.
Date/Theme: Mar 11 / once the words are spoken, something may be broken
Series: Wicked (the Musical)
Character(s)/Pairing: Elphaba/Fiyero
Rating: G
They ran through the woods with shadows ever deepening, branches reaching in place of the soldiers they had lost soon after entering the forest -- lost, but still on their trail. Low thorny bushes tore at Elphaba's skirt and once Fiyero almost lost the lantern as the wind whipped the long, hanging leaves of one tree into his face.
But he never let go of her hand.
"Fiyero!" She gasped, at last overwhelmed by snatching thorns. She pulled them both to a stop and leaned over, trying to catch her breath.
He obligingly released her hand so she could hold her stomach with both arms. He then darted back a few feet to look for any other hint of the pursuers. "Clear...for now."
She composed herself, murmuring, "Perhaps they won't catch up, perhaps they'll get lost..." There was a faint chanting manner to how she spoke; she secretly hoped it would come out as a spell.
"They won't catch up if we keep moving." Fiyero urged, and put an arm around her shoulders to encourage her to straighten and start forward again. Instead she froze, inside aching to just fall into a real embrace. She then turned and started to put her arms around him. He moved and caught one wrist. "Not yet. We can't stop. As much as we wish, the truth is they're still after us."
She stifled an indignant protest and nodded, looking to the path ahead. Hand in hand they continued onward.