ironicsnowflake: Moodboard by @dreamsaremywords, featuring art by @ovrarches (original here) which w

ironicsnowflake: Moodboard by @dreamsaremywords, featuring art by @ovrarches (original here) which was the initial inspiration for this story.  Because I Knew Youby eternaleponineRating: MatureWarnings: NoneStatus: WIPSummary:   Cast as Glinda and Elphaba in their high school’s production of Wicked, Clarke and Lexa have been at odds from the start. When there is a mishap with part of the set, they find themselves trapped together in very close quarters, forcing them to question whether their feelings for each other might be something other than unadulterated loathing. *Chapter 1Loathing. Unadulterated loathing.Clarke’s feelings toward Lexa had been plain from the start. She’d expected their director to say something. Maybe he’d thought she was just being Method. But then shouldn’t he have expected to see some kind of softening somewhere along the way? Because that sure as hell hadn’t happened, and Lexa had given up hoping it ever would. She’d never fully understood Clarke’s animosity… until now. Because now the feeling was absolutely, one thousand percent mutual.“We’re stuck,” Clarke said, unnecessarily. Then, again, “We’re stuck!” She banged the heel of her hand against the side of the little compartment that would have been perfectly comfortable for one person but wasn’t anything close to big enough for two.Obviously.The impact made the box shudder, but not move.“I don’t think that’s going to help,” Lexa said, trying to stay calm. She wasn’t claustrophobic; she liked enclosed spaces. They made her feel secure. Nothing could sneak up on you with your back to the wall… or so she’d thought.“Did I ask you?” Clarke snapped. “Fuck!” She hammered against the roof this time. “Help! We’re stuck!”“You think they don’t know that?” Lexa asked. “Obviously when we don’t emerge—”Clarke glared at her. At least Lexa assumed she did, it was impossible to tell in the pitch-black confines of their under-stage prison. “Obviously,” she said, her voice a derisive sneer. “In case you haven’t noticed, things don’t always go the way they ‘obviously’ should around here. Case in point.” She jabbed her finger into Lexa’s chest.Clarke was probably aiming for her sternum. She landed on her boob.“Watch it!” Lexa snarled. “And don’t get pissed at me! You aren’t even supposed to be in here!”What was she doing in here anyway? It was Elphaba who disappeared down the trap door, not Glinda. Clarke shouldn’t have been anywhere near the makeshift elevator that lowered Lexa down into the theater’s underbelly, where she had to dodge decades worth of cobwebs to reemerge for her next scene not looking like she’d just crawled through the Haunted Mansion. Not that she had to be pretty and pristine; that was Glinda’s – Clarke’s – job.“No you shouldn’t be in here!” Clarke snapped back.“This is the blocking, Clarke! I—”“You shouldn’t be in here!” Clarke repeated. “I should. Because I should be playing your part. My part. It was supposed to be my part. But then you came waltzing in and fucked everything up.” Lexa heard Clarke’s breathing, loud and dramatic. Just like Clarke. “Who are you, even? Who are you to think you can just show up senior year and steal the best role in the show out from under the person who’s been working her entire high school career to be seen as something other than ditzy blonde sidekick material? I busted my ass for this, and here I am playing the part everyone fucking expects me to, instead of finally getting a chance to do something different, and it’s your fault.” She stomped her foot.The box lurched.And dropped.Read More -- source link
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