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Post by Fiyero Tigalar on Sept 17, 2008 21:36:55 GMT -5
Fiyero sat in Elphaba's study, waiting on Ellie to join him. He wanted to have a sit down conversation with her. They hadn't since...her change. He knew what it was like to go through it. He knew what it was like to second guess, to hate yourself, to hate others, to hurt even though he wasn't supposed to be able. It couldn't protect his heart.
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Post by Ellie Baum on Sept 17, 2008 21:40:46 GMT -5
Ellie appeared at the door, she rushed over to her father, giving him a big hug and putting her head in his lap. It had been slightly strange to find out when she was a child that her father was a straw man, but now she found him kind and comforting. He always had a sweet look about him - she wished she could have known him when he was free loving Fiyero.
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Post by Fiyero Tigalar on Sept 17, 2008 21:52:22 GMT -5
He stroked her hair with his...hand, as much of a hand as it was. "Hello, my Ellie. How's my little girl?" His little girl wasn't so little anymore. She was grown...but, she was as grown as she'd ever be. Which hurt his heart just a touch.
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Post by Ellie Baum on Sept 17, 2008 21:53:33 GMT -5
"I'm terrible." For some reason her father felt like the only person she could talk to right now. "I don't even know where to start. I've missed you so much."
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Post by Fiyero Tigalar on Sept 17, 2008 21:56:19 GMT -5
"I've missed you too, sweetheart." he lifted her face to look in her eyes. "Tell me what's wrong...well, I mean, I kind of know what's wrong. I understand that completely, but...what else?"
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Post by Ellie Baum on Sept 17, 2008 21:59:47 GMT -5
"Just that. We're the same now. I guess we'll have all eternity to get to know each other. We haven't really been able to in the past."
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Post by Fiyero Tigalar on Sept 17, 2008 22:04:27 GMT -5
"Ask me anything. I'll tell you anything." He lowered his face down to hers, looking a little teary-eyed. "At least you'll be my beautiful baby girl forever. You don't look like your old pop." He laughed a little, trying to joke it off.
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Post by Ellie Baum on Sept 17, 2008 22:07:18 GMT -5
Ellie got tears in your eyes. "You're still beautiful" she said. "I like you best this way." She hadn't seen him as Fiyero, so she couldn't really say for sure. "What were you like...before?"
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Post by Fiyero Tigalar on Sept 17, 2008 22:16:00 GMT -5
"I was beautiful, then." he laughed. "The most handsome boy who ever graced Shiz. I got your Auntie Glinda's attention. Musta been something..." he sighed, then shrugged. "I thought I was kinda good lookin' too. I was a lot more naive then. A lot more shallow, but a lot more handsome. I've changed in a lot of ways since then..."
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Post by Ellie Baum on Sept 17, 2008 22:16:41 GMT -5
"Do you...miss your old life?"
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Post by Fiyero Tigalar on Sept 17, 2008 22:31:12 GMT -5
"Sometimes..." he kissed her forehead. "But I wouldn't trade you or your mom for it. Ever." His eyes said it all. Though his face was only capable of letting him show so much emotion, his face could say everything. He loved them far more than himself, and for as long as he had loved Elphaba, it had been that way.
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Post by Ellie Baum on Sept 17, 2008 22:34:00 GMT -5
"What am I going to do? FOREVER..."
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Post by Fiyero Tigalar on Sept 17, 2008 22:52:22 GMT -5
"You can't think about forever. You gotta think about today. You think about the people you love, the people who surround you and the love and support they give. I just thought about your mom. And then when we found out about you...about you. Someone will come along who really loves you, and it'll change everything."
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Post by Ellie Baum on Sept 17, 2008 22:57:29 GMT -5
"Tell me about you...before."
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Post by Fiyero Tigalar on Sept 17, 2008 23:15:18 GMT -5
"I was just very carefree. I didn't like myself the way I was originally. I was very...selfish. I was shallow. Dancing through life..." he smiled a little thinking back on an easier time. "I dated your Aunt Glinda. We were happy...superficially speaking. Your mom taught me how to feel...think for myself...voice my opinions."
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