[fiyero • elphaba] [short story] One minute, Fiyero has dragged Elphaba into the cold, orchestral tones of a rainstorm, leading her in a playful tango across the muddied grass. She laughs as he spins her. Droplets spray. Their hands meet again and again, fastening to each other like corresponding life supports, keeping the other steady. The next minute, Fiyero draws her into an embrace so intimate that rain drips from the tip of his angular nose onto her cheek.All Rights Reserved