Eventually, she pulls away, eager to see that pretty face and those gentle golden curls, a sigh of relief.
“Of course, it’s me. The water didn’t do a thing.” Elphaba chuckles, her expression nervous; she truly shouldn’t be here.
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┊ ✯ 𖤐 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑭 𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑺 𖤐
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