milliways_bar | (no subject)

*raises eyebrow* How?

Fucked if I know. Hell, I'm already fucked and I don't know.

Your outlook on life is an inspiration to me. Truly. *softens slightly* I'm truly sorry, though.

*there's something so reassuring about people who don't let you wallow in your own self-misery. If he didn't already think highly of her, he would now.*

Guess I'll start adding Motivational Speaker to my resume.

thanks.

You just keep racking up those titles. Maybe you can trade them in somewhere for a prize.

*mock hopeful*
You really think so? Now I can get that 4 foot tall Snoopy I've always wanted. Hooray, once again my life has meaning!

*has no idea who or what Snoopy is, but gets the tone* Then my work is done. Though I'd recommend looking for a good broom instead. Easy to store, useful, and goes with anything. And as someone who clashes with everything, I have to say, that's useful.

Think I might be all set in the broom department, but I'll keep it in mind just in case.

...

Green doesn't clash with everything.

Ever tried flying one?

*crooked smile* No, but it's a comfort to tell yourself that sometimes, when your father insists on giving jeweled shoes to your sister and forgets to send you even a letter.

My roomate at school did insist that green went well with pink. I find black easier to deal with, though.

On the bright side, I rather think that it would be horrid to be pale like a piglet. *lightly* Purple might be a fun colour, though.

Flyin' on a broom? You're kiddin' right? I'm all set, really. Though, there are a bunch of folk 'round here that fly on them.

Didn't get much favoritism outta Splinter. I mean, Leo he liked best cause he listened best.

Black's a very respectable color. Ain't nothing wrong with black. Tan ain't bad either. Pink, on the other hand...is just wrong.
*thinks of being pink with yellow polkadots*

Been purple, it wasn't too bad.

*straight-faced* I never kid.

Then you were lucky, I think. Though, truly, Nessa was lovely. And *wry* not green. Father liked that. She also lacked arms, but that never seemed to bother him.

Tan...perhaps. Having a wardrobe all one colour is easy. And yes. Pink is very wrong.

Oh? What else have you been?

*softly*
Yeah, I guess I was.
*shakes himself out of it*
'Mazing, that people would see being green as more of a handicap than havin' no arms. Wierd.

*shrug* My trench coat is tan. While I like black, for professional reasons, the tan coat actually blends better. Most bizzare thing.

*looks down and shakes his head*
Well, started out green. Then I pissed off a witch and she turned me pink with yellow spots. So I got first hand knowledge of just how evil pink is. Then the kid tried to fix it, and I was purple with green stripes for a while. Then this.

Father blamed himself for my condition, which somehow made it my fault. He blamed mother for Nessarose's. *shrugs* I suppose there have been people without arms before. There hadn't been a green girl who tended to bite people and saw things no one else did.

Besides. People are just strange.

Really. Perhaps I'll try a change in wardrobe at some point.

And which have you liked best?

*shakes his head*
Sounds like a stable guy.
*can't help but smile at the image of a little Elphaba biting random people.*

Ain't that the frickin' truth.

Eh, could be worth a try. Never know, might find you like it.

Have to say this one. It's got the most advantages to it. If I could go back to where I'm from, I might almost be able to have a normal life.

*shrugs* He had his issues. He and Mother shared a man for a while, I believe. But he was my father.

*laughs* Everything in life I've found so far that I've liked has ended up being completely destroyed or killed, but this may be one thing that would last.

But not with your brothers and your Splinter. Would the trade be worth it? *curious*

And normal, I think, is overrated.

*raises an eyebrow*
Really? Guess everyone's got dirty laundry.

Yeah, well it's hard to take color away from people. *thinks back to the movie, and how it ends in black and white* On second thought....

*he looks away at the obtrusive, and bluntly honest question*
Sure it's overrated, but haven't you ever wished for it? Just once?

It seems so. You find out the most interesting things when people hit old age and forget to keep their mouths shut.

*dry* You'd be amazed.

Of course. *softly* But if I were suddenly normal? Normal skin and no magic, fitting in everywher or anywheree? Able to touch water? I don't know that I'd want that. It would be nice, I think, but there's a trade. I've been loved, green as I am, and strange as I am, and for whom I am, green, cranky, wicked, soul-less, and all. I don't know that I'd want to give up whatever I'd have to for that.

Man, that's gotta be awkward. I hope to be long dead before that happens to me. Heh, I should ask Death about that. *smirks*

*still looking away*
yeah, well what if you didn't have love before? like it wasn't a concept you were capable of. and then someone gave it to you, even by accident.

*turns back to her and raises an eyebrow*
what would you do then?

*rubs eyes* You have no idea. I'd recommend doing anything to avoid it.

*laughs* I don't think you really want my advice on anything related to love. *shrugs* But I do think anyway that love and hate are the two strongest emotions and are hard to get rid of once found. I also think I'd rather be hated for being what I am than loved for being what I'm not. And as I've experienced both, I suppose I can say that.

Yeah, I think I'm gonna.
*she's not crying...is she? nahh, she's too tough for that*

Only thing that ever hated us for what we were, is dead.
Rest of the world is just scared of us.
*sighs*
I'd say fear trumps love and hate.

Smart move.

Then you're fairly lucky again.

Mmm. It does. Fear's a powerful thing. It's how dictators stay in power. *studies her glass for a moment* If love can be lost that easily, though? I'd say it costs too much.

Luck had nothing to do with it. My brother cut the fucker's head off, and we burned his body in the East River.

Ain't that the gamble though?
What's the use of a prize that's easily won?

*smirks* At least you did it properly.

Who said anything about it being easily won? Love is always hard. But even love can cost too much.

Even bastards can have honor. Don't know that he did, but Leo does...in spades.

Have to take your word on that. Wouldn't really know.

What's honor to you, then?

*shortly* I would.