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"Silent Prayer" by mellish (Teen and Up)
Fandom: Musical Theater / Wicked
Pairing: None
Length: ~ 2.5K words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: At AO3
Why this must be read: Wicked is an interesting study in fandom. Despite major divergences between the universes of the book and musical, it's usually taken as a single fandom, with fic writers picking and choosing which aspects of which canon they prefer. "Silent Prayer" is rooted in the book-verse, and probably wouldn't make a ton of sense to a reader only familiar with the musical. But it's a good read nonetheless, and its kinder outlook is certainly more in line with the show's portrayal of the Thropp sisters. This fic is nominally a look at Elphaba observing Nessarose over the years while considering her own role as the older sister, but in the process, the future Wicked Witch reveals quite a bit about herself.
Nessa sniffed, then said, rather haughtily, "The Unnamed God teaches us how to forgive, and so I must, but I wish you would stop dismissing our Father's faith as silliness. It is my belief too, and my life at that." Glinda and Elphaba exchanged incredulous looks, and had to stifle their giggles with their fists, just as Nessarose turned her head, offering them one of her fragile, blooming-flower smiles.
Later that evening, as the candlelight tapered down to a sputtering flame, with Nanny and Nessa sleeping soundly in the adjoining room, Glinda whispered, "You're a good sister, you know." She was facing the other way, but her words were distinct even through her thick purple sheets.
"Haha." Elphaba paused. "Do you really think so?"
"Yes. You plainly care for her, which must be hard, because you aren't very good at caring." That much was true. But Elphaba didn't know if she was a good sister because she wanted to be one, or because she had to be one.
(And besides, what would Glinda know? She was an only child.)
Silent Prayer
Pairing: None
Length: ~ 2.5K words
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: At AO3
Why this must be read: Wicked is an interesting study in fandom. Despite major divergences between the universes of the book and musical, it's usually taken as a single fandom, with fic writers picking and choosing which aspects of which canon they prefer. "Silent Prayer" is rooted in the book-verse, and probably wouldn't make a ton of sense to a reader only familiar with the musical. But it's a good read nonetheless, and its kinder outlook is certainly more in line with the show's portrayal of the Thropp sisters. This fic is nominally a look at Elphaba observing Nessarose over the years while considering her own role as the older sister, but in the process, the future Wicked Witch reveals quite a bit about herself.
Nessa sniffed, then said, rather haughtily, "The Unnamed God teaches us how to forgive, and so I must, but I wish you would stop dismissing our Father's faith as silliness. It is my belief too, and my life at that." Glinda and Elphaba exchanged incredulous looks, and had to stifle their giggles with their fists, just as Nessarose turned her head, offering them one of her fragile, blooming-flower smiles.
Later that evening, as the candlelight tapered down to a sputtering flame, with Nanny and Nessa sleeping soundly in the adjoining room, Glinda whispered, "You're a good sister, you know." She was facing the other way, but her words were distinct even through her thick purple sheets.
"Haha." Elphaba paused. "Do you really think so?"
"Yes. You plainly care for her, which must be hard, because you aren't very good at caring." That much was true. But Elphaba didn't know if she was a good sister because she wanted to be one, or because she had to be one.
(And besides, what would Glinda know? She was an only child.)
Silent Prayer