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Feb. 22nd, 2006 12:31 amShoshana Bean's "ShoTV" thing that I just watched? So Shoshana/Megan Hilty.
I thought it was really weird that in a story with them in it, they kept calling each other 'friend'. But then I watched it, and they do! And it's cute. And at the end, "I want to talk to her in privately." And all the other weird comments.
Though on Sho's site, she says she has a boyfriend. Ehh, Idina is married, that never stopped us.
But I found out that I had been pronouncing Idina's name wrong. Really wrong. And it wasn't only a few days of saying it wrong before I learned it correctly (like el-PHA-ba vs. EL-pha-ba) but months. Like 6 months. Cheno, on this interview, pronounces it "ih-di-na" as opposed to my pronunciation of "eye-di-na". I assume she says it right. But I kinda like my version better.
I thought it was really weird that in a story with them in it, they kept calling each other 'friend'. But then I watched it, and they do! And it's cute. And at the end, "I want to talk to her in privately." And all the other weird comments.
Though on Sho's site, she says she has a boyfriend. Ehh, Idina is married, that never stopped us.
But I found out that I had been pronouncing Idina's name wrong. Really wrong. And it wasn't only a few days of saying it wrong before I learned it correctly (like el-PHA-ba vs. EL-pha-ba) but months. Like 6 months. Cheno, on this interview, pronounces it "ih-di-na" as opposed to my pronunciation of "eye-di-na". I assume she says it right. But I kinda like my version better.
You Came With Me (Gelphie, G, CrashCart9)
Feb. 10th, 2006 03:19 am“You Came With Me”
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Fandom: Wicked (musicalverse)
Pairing: Gelphie (Glinda/Elphaba)
Rating: G
Notes: This story starts at the last major scene in the musical where we see Elphaba behind the screen getting splashed. This AU branched off from the musicalverse at “Defying Gravity”, where Glinda did leave with Elphaba.
Glinda saw the girl reach for the water bucket. She ran into the room. “No!” she screamed as she jumped in front of Elphaba, catching most of the water with her own body.
Elphaba hissed as a few stray droplets hit her skin. Glinda was shaking. “No water!” she shrieked, charming the flames dead and, with another wave of her wand, drying herself off.
Dorothy’s eyes passed from the trembling, blonde sorceress who looked as if she was about to either cry or kill her, to the green witch who was wincing as she gingerly prodded the blisters that had popped up where the drops of water had hit her, and prudently decided that was the time to make a quick exit.
Glinda looked like she wanted to go after the child, but Elphaba’s hand on her arm stopped her. Glinda turned to face her. The blonde looked shell-shocked, with wide, fearful eyes and that trembling that hadn’t seemed to go away. She finally broke and started sobbing into Elphaba’s chest. Elphaba drew her in close, ignoring her body’s screaming when she ran her blistered fingers through blonde hair.
When no more tears were forthcoming, Glinda picked her head up off of Elphaba’s chest and they locked eyes. “You weren’t even scared,” she said, her voice still anything but steady.
“You saved me.” A slight tremor in her voice, one that would have been undetectable to anyone except the girl in her arms, belayed that she truly had been afraid.
“I did, didn’t I?” Glinda managed a shaky smile, finally beginning to shake off her paralyzed condition. “Lurline, that girl almost killed you!” She pulled away from Elphaba’s comforting embrace, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do at the moment, to examine the damage the water had left on her lover’s green skin. There were blisters, mostly on the unprotected area of her hands and wrists, each slightly larger than the water droplet that had hit her, and purpleish trails where the drops had trailed across her skin, looking much like what Glinda would expect to get from a fire or staying in the sun for too long.
Elphaba smiled at Glinda’s concern. Gently pulling one arm free, she tipped Glinda’s chin up to meet her eyes. “Then aren’t you glad you came with me?”
Glinda let out one strangled sob before pulling Elphaba down into a fierce kiss.
Breaking away, Glinda looked toward the door. “The Wizard sent her,” she declared, with an atypical vehemence. Elphaba nodded. Glinda stepped back and grabbed her wand, which she had dropped when she broke down in Elphaba’s arms. “I’m going to fix this. Once and for all.”
“The Ozians may not know you’re with me, but the Wizard undoubtedly does. They all think you’re in hiding. If you bubble out of here and anyone sees, he’ll use that as proof that you can’t be trusted any more than I can,” Elphaba reasoned.
Glinda frowned. Then, her eyes darted to the corner of the room. “Me, they’d notice. You coming out of the castle, they wouldn’t think anything of.” She ran out of the room and Elphaba waited, curiously. A short time later, Glinda came back, wearing one of Elphaba’s spare cloaks and picking up her broom on the way to the other woman.
Elphaba looked at her skeptically. “Do you really think you can fly that thing?” Her uncertainty was based more in her doubt that anything could be done to remedy the situation than in Glinda’s dubious flying skills.
“You managed perfectly your first time. I can just hide the broom and ditch the cloak when I get to someplace more. . . Glinda. I’ll bubble in from there. If all goes well, I should be able to just pick up your stuff on the way back.”
Elphaba just looked at her, uneasy with the prospect of her lover risking danger to force changes,possibly even starting a revolution.
Glinda read the true nature of Elphaba’s concern. “Trust me,” she whispered. “I need to fly by myself this time. I can do it.”
Elphaba forced herself to smile. “I know you can.”
With one last, intense hug, Glinda stepped over to the large window, and with a wave of her wand, it blew open. She stepped onto the ledge.
“Come back to me,” Elphaba whispered. “I love you.”
Glinda’s heart melted at her declaration, as it did every time Elphaba would say it. Her resolve strengthened, her eyes flickered with intensity as with her chin up, she replied, “I will.”
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Fandom: Wicked (musicalverse)
Pairing: Gelphie (Glinda/Elphaba)
Rating: G
Notes: This story starts at the last major scene in the musical where we see Elphaba behind the screen getting splashed. This AU branched off from the musicalverse at “Defying Gravity”, where Glinda did leave with Elphaba.
Glinda saw the girl reach for the water bucket. She ran into the room. “No!” she screamed as she jumped in front of Elphaba, catching most of the water with her own body.
Elphaba hissed as a few stray droplets hit her skin. Glinda was shaking. “No water!” she shrieked, charming the flames dead and, with another wave of her wand, drying herself off.
Dorothy’s eyes passed from the trembling, blonde sorceress who looked as if she was about to either cry or kill her, to the green witch who was wincing as she gingerly prodded the blisters that had popped up where the drops of water had hit her, and prudently decided that was the time to make a quick exit.
Glinda looked like she wanted to go after the child, but Elphaba’s hand on her arm stopped her. Glinda turned to face her. The blonde looked shell-shocked, with wide, fearful eyes and that trembling that hadn’t seemed to go away. She finally broke and started sobbing into Elphaba’s chest. Elphaba drew her in close, ignoring her body’s screaming when she ran her blistered fingers through blonde hair.
When no more tears were forthcoming, Glinda picked her head up off of Elphaba’s chest and they locked eyes. “You weren’t even scared,” she said, her voice still anything but steady.
“You saved me.” A slight tremor in her voice, one that would have been undetectable to anyone except the girl in her arms, belayed that she truly had been afraid.
“I did, didn’t I?” Glinda managed a shaky smile, finally beginning to shake off her paralyzed condition. “Lurline, that girl almost killed you!” She pulled away from Elphaba’s comforting embrace, even though it was the last thing she wanted to do at the moment, to examine the damage the water had left on her lover’s green skin. There were blisters, mostly on the unprotected area of her hands and wrists, each slightly larger than the water droplet that had hit her, and purpleish trails where the drops had trailed across her skin, looking much like what Glinda would expect to get from a fire or staying in the sun for too long.
Elphaba smiled at Glinda’s concern. Gently pulling one arm free, she tipped Glinda’s chin up to meet her eyes. “Then aren’t you glad you came with me?”
Glinda let out one strangled sob before pulling Elphaba down into a fierce kiss.
Breaking away, Glinda looked toward the door. “The Wizard sent her,” she declared, with an atypical vehemence. Elphaba nodded. Glinda stepped back and grabbed her wand, which she had dropped when she broke down in Elphaba’s arms. “I’m going to fix this. Once and for all.”
“The Ozians may not know you’re with me, but the Wizard undoubtedly does. They all think you’re in hiding. If you bubble out of here and anyone sees, he’ll use that as proof that you can’t be trusted any more than I can,” Elphaba reasoned.
Glinda frowned. Then, her eyes darted to the corner of the room. “Me, they’d notice. You coming out of the castle, they wouldn’t think anything of.” She ran out of the room and Elphaba waited, curiously. A short time later, Glinda came back, wearing one of Elphaba’s spare cloaks and picking up her broom on the way to the other woman.
Elphaba looked at her skeptically. “Do you really think you can fly that thing?” Her uncertainty was based more in her doubt that anything could be done to remedy the situation than in Glinda’s dubious flying skills.
“You managed perfectly your first time. I can just hide the broom and ditch the cloak when I get to someplace more. . . Glinda. I’ll bubble in from there. If all goes well, I should be able to just pick up your stuff on the way back.”
Elphaba just looked at her, uneasy with the prospect of her lover risking danger to force changes,possibly even starting a revolution.
Glinda read the true nature of Elphaba’s concern. “Trust me,” she whispered. “I need to fly by myself this time. I can do it.”
Elphaba forced herself to smile. “I know you can.”
With one last, intense hug, Glinda stepped over to the large window, and with a wave of her wand, it blew open. She stepped onto the ledge.
“Come back to me,” Elphaba whispered. “I love you.”
Glinda’s heart melted at her declaration, as it did every time Elphaba would say it. Her resolve strengthened, her eyes flickered with intensity as with her chin up, she replied, “I will.”
Wedding (Wicked- Elphaba/Glinda, PG-15)
Jan. 5th, 2006 01:04 amWedding
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Fandom: Wicked (more or less musicalverse)
Pairing: Glinda/Elphaba
Rating: PG-15
Notes: AU, takes place after the wizard leaves; assumes Elphaba didn’t die (obviously) and is helping Glinda rule Oz. Established relationship, essentially they’ve been together since school and I just ignored all that crap with Fiyero.
More Notes: This actually started as a drabble of the wedding ceremony, so this may or may not be part one of two. Depends on if I ever get around to actually writing the second part. In my mind, it works well enough alone. Honestly, no plot to speak of, but it's filled with Gelphie fluff.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Glinda asked, stroking one exquisitely manicured finger from Elphaba’s shoulder to elbow and back, raising goosebumps on naked green flesh.
Elphaba kissed the top of the blonde head lying on her chest. “It’s important to you.”
Lifting up her head to look her lover in the eyes, Glinda replied, “But you’ll hate it.”
“Probably,” Elphaba smirked, and Glinda responded with a teasing scowl. “But I love you. And anyway, it’s an excuse to take off work. I won’t have to share you with any of those stupid Ozians.”
Glinda gave Elphaba’s upper arm a playful swat. “You love ‘those stupid Ozians’ as much as I do.”
Elphaba grabbed the offending arm and with an eyebrow quirk, flipped the petit blonde onto her back and rolled on top of her, effectively switching their positions. “I hate them when they run into the palace screaming about their second cousin sleeping with their prize pig and you have to go down there and sort it out right when I was about to . . . ” she trailed off, but the glint in her eye finished the sentence.
“You’re still sore about that?”
“You said you’d be back in two minutes. I was waiting on our bed, naked and alone for more than an hour before I finally came down and found you.”
“You still shouldn’t have hexed him.”
“All I did was switch the pig’s tail with his...” Glinda cleared her throat and looked at Elphaba disapprovingly. The green girl changed the subject. “Anyway, when do you want to do this?”
“Well,” the blonde screwed up her face as in parody of concentrated thought. Elphaba smirked. She knew Glinda undoubtedly had calculated the exact number of hours she would need to plan her wedding, probably when she was still in diapers. No extreme thought was needed.
Glinda’s face suddenly slackened into a frown. “You know this is probably going to be spun as a political move. The formerly Wizard-loyal citizens from the North,” Elphaba made a face of disgust at the mention of her indisposed former nemesis, “being united with the rebels and Animals.”
“And if it does unite them?”
“Why Elphie! You thought about this, didn’t you? Contemplating the media’s representation of our wedding, my, I think I must be rubbing off on you!”
Elphaba pointedly looked down at where her leg was resting slightly on top of Glinda’s smaller one before bringing her lips millimeters from Glinda’s ear. “Nope,” she whispered. “Still green.” She moved her mouth to her soon-to-be-wife’s neck, adding seductively, “We could keep trying though.”
“Of course. Perseverance is the key-“ she ended in a rather improper squeak. Though there was absolutely nothing proper about what Elphaba’s tongue was doing to her nipple.
“Have I mentioned that I love you?” Elphaba asked with a smile as she continued to move lower.
Glinda could only smile in response as Elphaba’s mouth hit its mark.
Author: Alexandria (CrashCart9[at]Yahoo[dot]com)
Fandom: Wicked (more or less musicalverse)
Pairing: Glinda/Elphaba
Rating: PG-15
Notes: AU, takes place after the wizard leaves; assumes Elphaba didn’t die (obviously) and is helping Glinda rule Oz. Established relationship, essentially they’ve been together since school and I just ignored all that crap with Fiyero.
More Notes: This actually started as a drabble of the wedding ceremony, so this may or may not be part one of two. Depends on if I ever get around to actually writing the second part. In my mind, it works well enough alone. Honestly, no plot to speak of, but it's filled with Gelphie fluff.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Glinda asked, stroking one exquisitely manicured finger from Elphaba’s shoulder to elbow and back, raising goosebumps on naked green flesh.
Elphaba kissed the top of the blonde head lying on her chest. “It’s important to you.”
Lifting up her head to look her lover in the eyes, Glinda replied, “But you’ll hate it.”
“Probably,” Elphaba smirked, and Glinda responded with a teasing scowl. “But I love you. And anyway, it’s an excuse to take off work. I won’t have to share you with any of those stupid Ozians.”
Glinda gave Elphaba’s upper arm a playful swat. “You love ‘those stupid Ozians’ as much as I do.”
Elphaba grabbed the offending arm and with an eyebrow quirk, flipped the petit blonde onto her back and rolled on top of her, effectively switching their positions. “I hate them when they run into the palace screaming about their second cousin sleeping with their prize pig and you have to go down there and sort it out right when I was about to . . . ” she trailed off, but the glint in her eye finished the sentence.
“You’re still sore about that?”
“You said you’d be back in two minutes. I was waiting on our bed, naked and alone for more than an hour before I finally came down and found you.”
“You still shouldn’t have hexed him.”
“All I did was switch the pig’s tail with his...” Glinda cleared her throat and looked at Elphaba disapprovingly. The green girl changed the subject. “Anyway, when do you want to do this?”
“Well,” the blonde screwed up her face as in parody of concentrated thought. Elphaba smirked. She knew Glinda undoubtedly had calculated the exact number of hours she would need to plan her wedding, probably when she was still in diapers. No extreme thought was needed.
Glinda’s face suddenly slackened into a frown. “You know this is probably going to be spun as a political move. The formerly Wizard-loyal citizens from the North,” Elphaba made a face of disgust at the mention of her indisposed former nemesis, “being united with the rebels and Animals.”
“And if it does unite them?”
“Why Elphie! You thought about this, didn’t you? Contemplating the media’s representation of our wedding, my, I think I must be rubbing off on you!”
Elphaba pointedly looked down at where her leg was resting slightly on top of Glinda’s smaller one before bringing her lips millimeters from Glinda’s ear. “Nope,” she whispered. “Still green.” She moved her mouth to her soon-to-be-wife’s neck, adding seductively, “We could keep trying though.”
“Of course. Perseverance is the key-“ she ended in a rather improper squeak. Though there was absolutely nothing proper about what Elphaba’s tongue was doing to her nipple.
“Have I mentioned that I love you?” Elphaba asked with a smile as she continued to move lower.
Glinda could only smile in response as Elphaba’s mouth hit its mark.
