|Nessarose Thropp (_nessarose) wrote,|
@ 2008-09-09 16:44:00
|Entry tags:||prompt: the_muse_awaits|
When I was fifteen years old, Elphaba promised she'd look after me forever - we were on a grassy hill, close to our home in Munchkinland, looking up at the stars. My wheelchair wasn't exactly close at hand, but... I didn't care about it. I knew she'd protect me, just from the tone of her voice, from how she held my hand tightly in hers. We were two outcasts in a world that didn't quite understand us. She, the green and 'beautifully tragic' one, and I, the crippled and 'tragically beautiful' one... we tried to fit in, so hard, but it never quite worked out.
Unfortunately, my sister managed to break her promise.
When she ran off during that trip to the Emerald City, when Father died, she was nowhere near me, she never attempted to protect me, even as I started to fall apart. Boq was the only thing that kept me sane, the only person who seemed to care about me - we had quiet moments together, where he'd call me 'Nessa' and seem every bit the handsome boy I'd met at Shiz, and a few more intimate moments... moments where he, whilst we lay together, promised that he'd look after me and love me until Oz itself was torn apart.
And he broke that promise too. Glinda tore us apart, just as she'd brought us together... and Boq lost his heart, both figuratively and literally. He's still in Oz, made of tin... I hope he thinks of me, every now and then - I want us to be reconciled, so desperately. I want to restore him to the man he once was...
I want my promise to him to be one that I can keep.