ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ “ 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝒚𝒐𝒖 , @sheofgood. ”⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐒𝐓.

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

yawn.

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

animals ? the squirrels and does living close here in the forest ? he can walk now. he might as well meet them.”

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

cocking one of her perfectly arched eyebrows, her bright green eyes stared at the boy who giggled happily— meeting her husband’s gaze now; an idea popped up. more quality time they could spend together and something new for their son to experience.

“have we ever shown him the
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[so long, fiyero tigelaar @DANCEDINLlFE]

"okay, enough being sappy. liir says it's too much."

grabbing his son and smothering him with kisses to make him giggle. that was one of fiyero's favorite sounds. and he always got to hear it.

"maybe, we should put this little on to bed. it's late. maybe he +++

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

“𝐰𝐞 love you too. we always will.”

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

liir was a precocious child with many gifts: a vinkun prince was his father and the wicked witch of the west was his mother. he had great power already and he would know how to use it. he was very intelligent.

“I love you too,” she giggled and held her son’s little hand.
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[so long, fiyero tigelaar @DANCEDINLlFE]

“i love you.”

even if his worries, she still loved him. that made him swoon. it was the little things. always the little things.

“he’s gonna be tall. and strong. he's so smart too. like his mum.”

he adored their little boy. he was perfect. always perfect. +++

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

“there’s no need to worry, darling. I’m perfectly fine and very happy because you are with me. our little boy is with me— my prince.”

squishing his cheeks and kissing the crown of his brown haired head.

“he has grown so much.”

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

knowing her husband too well— like an open book she memorized word for word, she could read how concerned he was over one drop of blood; any discomfort, pain. her arm wrapped around him and moved closer to her boys, discarding the transparent fabric on the coffee table.
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[so long, fiyero tigelaar @DANCEDINLlFE]

he made an effort to not freak out at the blood. but truthfully, it was very hard. he didn't like seeing anyone’s blood anymore, let alone his wife’s.

“it's not your fault. i should be paying more attention.”

did that make sense? no. but he was worried about her.

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

I need to get better and sew more elaborate clothes.”

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

her finger was bleeding for several seconds until she brought it up to her mouth, the suction already stopped it and she reached out to touch her husband; reassure him that she was indeed alright. it was just a needle. it happened.

“don’t worry, honey. I’m totally fine.
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[so long, fiyero tigelaar @DANCEDINLlFE]

“liir says he's innocent, yes?”

liir does go to say something, only for fiyero to tickle him. loud giggles escape him and fiyero can't help but be joyful about it.

all this love is too much for him. not that he's against it. but he never thought he’d have this. +++

[susie ꕤ ♡︎ @imprfctglinda]

they are both SO SO SO beautiful

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

you two keep being so adorable !,” she laughed loudly and put the needle down.

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

she struggled to focus on her little project. stabbing herself with the needle and wincing— a small drop of crimson collecting at her fingertip. they were not helping her; their joy let her heart leap. they deserved to be happy.

“you’re distracting me !!! I can’t work if
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[so long, fiyero tigelaar @DANCEDINLlFE]

he covered liir’s ears for a second and looked at elphaba. perfectly smiling and liir giggling a bit.

“make a surprise for him! don't tell him! he said he likes surprises.”

he noticed liir trying to grab his thumb and chew on it. something that made the scarecrow +++

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

it through the transparent fabric.

“by the way, I did make something for like. I have it somewhere in his room.”

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

the most beautiful music to her ears. her two boys talking like it was the most normal thing— to her it most definitely was. they were her family, all she had left: her whole heart.

“I would do anything for you,” she hummed and concentrated on the needle, deliberately working
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[so long, fiyero tigelaar @DANCEDINLlFE]

"hey, buddy. you want to watch mama work, yeah?"

sitting liir up in a way so he could be in fiyero's lap and look at his mother. he held him tightly, making sure he would not slip or fall down.

"mummy is making something for daddy. one day, she will make something +++

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

“he was sleeping all day. he wants to be with his dad now.”

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

the little boy cooed incoherent words and reached for his father, slipping out of her arms and crawling over; a pretty view to see them interact— the same person in different versions. beaming lightly, her hands picked up the shirt she was working on again and continued sewing.
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[so long, fiyero tigelaar @DANCEDINLlFE]

he was going to meet her in liir’s room, but eventually was just getting up by the time she entered the room again.

she was always a vision with liir. always seemed like she lit up when he was in her arms. he made them complete. he was meant to be.

“is he +++

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

picked him up and cradled the two year old like he was still an infant. “shush, mommy’s here. did you have a bad dream again ?”

she walked back to the couch and plopped down.

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

with a soft and contented sigh, she got off his lap and squeezed his hand lovingly despite him not being able to feel physical contact— adjusting the dark ruffles of her skirt.

“no worries. I’ll get him. stay here.”

slow footsteps to their son’s joyful room, her arms
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[so long, fiyero tigelaar @DANCEDINLlFE]

“please me. I want to. I need to. I love you.”

he heard liir stir in the room next to him. he didn't want to get up. didn't want to move and leave elphaba.

but he also wanted to help his son out. his favorite little boy. he meant so much to him.

“should we get that?”

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

boy. the nature and the winds.”

the thought plastered a grin across her visage.

[ωɩᥴƙᥱᑯ ωɩtᥴᖾ oƒ tᖾᥱ ωᥱ⳽t ೃ࿔*:･ @sheofwicked]

her green lips kissed him with a silent eagerness, arms clung onto him like he was an anchor in her endless sea— saving her lungs from filling with water and drowning her; humming softly.

“we could marry again. I’m serious. we could have another wedding. just us and our
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[so long, fiyero tigelaar @DANCEDINLlFE]

he pulls her in tighter. wanting more. didn't need more, but wanting it. he knew she smelled good. he knew she felt good too.

“you're adorable and i want to marry you again.”

wrapping her legs around his body. wanting her to stay in this one place forever.