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Night in Oz was surprisingly peaceful, everything was quiet. Boq liked that. She could see the moon in the sky, a full moon accompanied by stars. It was beautiful. Beautiful and peaceful and content, the way she liked it. She looked around, seeing Theodore sound asleep, cuddled up against Brrr and with Toto in his arms. She couldn’t see Scarecrow though, to be expected. Fiera often spent this time for walks or collecting firewood to keep Theodore warm. It was funny, before the transformation, Fiera didn’t often walk. If she did go outside, it would usually be riding on her horse. Boq remembers the countless horse rides she would take her on, and Feldspur never seemed to mind the extra person. She smiled at the memory but the smile was short lived as she noticed her reflection in her own hand. Gone were her long, red curls and warm brown eyes. What looked back at her was a woman made entirely out of metal, and she hated it. She squeezed her hand into a cold fist and stood up, being very careful not to wake Theodore, Brrr or Toto with her clanging. She left the campsite, finding a tree nearby. It was far away enough to make noise without waking anyone up but also to see them, and if need be, she could get to them easily enough. She quickly threw her axe into the tree, pulling it back out and throwing it back in. She did that repeatedly, letting out her anger. Anger at the word, anger at herself but most of all, anger at Elphaben. She needed to get it out some way. Hot, angry tears ran down her metal cheeks. She knew she’d rust, but she didn’t care. When the axe started to actually cut the tree down, something she didn’t want to happen, she replaced it with her fist. The transformation has made her much stronger than before, if she tried to hit anything before becoming this, she’d surely hurt herself. But now, she didn’t feel anything. She repeatedly hit the tree, crying hard and breathing heavily. Her metal chest shook with anger
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“Woah, I wouldn’t want to be that tree” she stopped, turning to see Fiera. She cleared her throat, not bothering to wipe away the tears. She looked at the damage she had caused and scoffed “the tree will live” Fiera chuckled and walked over clumsily, a few bits of straw falling out as she did “I don’t know, my dearest, you gave it a pretty good beating” she used her sleeve to wipe away the tears. Boq gulped, grateful for the help. She was so angry that if she rusted on the spot, she wouldn’t care. In fact, she wouldn’t care if anything happened to her. The only thing keeping her sane was Fiera “now, what has gotten you all worked up?” Boq groaned and sat down, bringing her knees to her chest “this, all of this” she gestured to herself. Fiera stood there, listening “I hate everything about it, about me! I miss my hair, I miss my clothes, I miss my beating heart! I can’t look at my reflection because I know what I will see looking back is this metal monster! I hate that I can’t feel my heart, I hate that I can’t do normal human things, and most of all, I fucking hate that WITCH!” She banged her firsts against the ground, bursting back into tears. Fiera sighed, kneeling down and using her sleeve to wipe away the tears. Boq had always been sensitive, and had always felt things very strongly. “Sorry” Fiera smiled kindly “don’t be” she wiped her tears, already seeing rust forming and sighed “Boq… you surely should know by now that Elphaben didn’t do this to you on purpose. She did it for the same reason she did to me, to save you” she can’t exactly blame Boq for hating Elphaben, she had every right to do so. But she also needed to understand that it wasn’t some sick twisted thing. Boq gulped, listening to Fiera and felt her anger slowly melting away. Fiera seemed to have that calming effect on her, simply by talking “he meant no harm” Boq nodded “I suppose a part of me knows that, but I get so angry…” Fiera kissed her tears, softly speaking “I know”
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She settled down besides Boq, leaning on her shoulder and placing her hand over where Boq’s heart would be if she still had one “as for hating yourself, I don’t believe you should. Being turned into tin is a lot better than being dead” Boq let out a sad chuckle “I’d prefer to be dead” Fiera straightened up at that, gently gripping Boq’s chin “you don’t mean that” Boq looked in her eyes “I do” “no you don’t” Fiera simply couldn’t imagine a world without Boq. It would be a very depressing word. Boq was not the same girl she was at Shiz, but Fiera didn’t care. She loved Boq, she will love Boq until her dying days “my dearest, you’re saying that because you’re hurting. You don’t actually wish to be dead over this, I refuse to believe it” her burlap hand went from Boq’s chin to her cheek and she stroked away some loose tears. Boq’s eyes went down, not daring to look at Fiera. Fiera held her face in both hands, lifting her head up and making eye contact “I don’t think you realise just how beautiful you are” she held her metal hands, marvelling at the beautiful design. She could see that her fingers were made from silver thimbles, her palms from a fireplace fret “Oz, you’re beautiful. Every part of you. I predict that when you’re lovely and polished, you will shine brighter than the moon” if Boq could blush, she would and Fiera knew that “every part of you has some beautifully intricate detail, it’s a marvel, you’re a marvel. You may not have your hair anymore or your comfortable sweater vests, but different isn’t always bad” Fiera kissed Boq’s neck and down to her chest, circling where her heart would be. Her fingers traced over the square hatch. She didn’t know if it could open, but it was beautiful all the same “look at this, it’s just…wow” her hand travelled over her metal chest, taking in every detail. She kissed everywhere: her neck, her cheek, her hands, her knuckles, her arms, her chest- anywhere she could reach and finally, she kissed her lips. Kissing Boq was different now than it was at Shiz. Fiera could no longer taste the warmth of her rosy lips or the taste of vanilla, but instead metal. But oh Oz how intoxicating it still was. Kissing Boq gave her a head rush, it was addictive. If Fiera could spend her whole entire life kissing Boq, she would in a heartbeat. When they parted, Boq was panting, her lips a little swollen. Fiera leaned her forward against Boq’s “oh Boq, you’re the most gorgeous creature I’ve ever seen…”