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THOUGHTS. They were an overrated concept, causing more problems than they actually solved and making existence far more complicated than it needed to be yet, for some strange reason, you couldn't live without them. Having seen both sides of the coin, both were as equally good as they were horrible and living without them hadn't actually been the most pleasurable of experiences. But, then again, he had gotten himself in such harrowing situations because he had the damn thing, this included, which hadn't been on his plans for the day, which made it more frustrating how there was no middle ground for the mind. It was either extreme or dulled down to nothing and that helped no one. For a part of humanity that was so seemingly complex, it sure didn't hesitate in having the most simple of functions without any sort of adjustment. Did he even have plans? Where was he even going? He had never seen this path in his life, it could have very well led into some large open plot of land that was a part of that Thames business and he would have been none the wiser. Drowning himself wasn't actually on his plans either so perhaps he should watch out for that. But, don't get it twisted, of course. Fiyero wasn't someone who was terrible with self-navigation. In fact, he had been raised to do just that by his family in youth as it was a thing of custom to know but he doubted anyone back in his Arjiki tribe would have even fathomed circumstances such as this and his phased state probably didn't make for the most sane of navigators at the moment.

It was one of those moments where Fiyero actually wondered if Fiyero Tigelaar, the Prince of his people, truly existed anymore or had he been the one killed at the hands of the Wizard's guard and the thing that remained was merely a shell of him. Some days he felt himself, some he didn't but of course those were things he had kept from Elphaba seeing as he knew she had grasped onto the idea of taking the blame even though it was anything but her own doing. On most days however, Fiyero couldn't really tell if he felt like himself or not. He was used to wearing this costume of who the world expected him to be that he didn't know if he had truly taken it off for the night or had convinced himself that he had and believed it. Perhaps that was why leaving Oz had been such an appealing idea to him. It was better for his family to believe him dead because Fiyero felt as if the boy they had once known was. It was better for Glinda to hold such a belief too along with the rest of the people who both adored and despised her. But, the thing was, wherever they had been leaving to hadn't been...here and he hadn't left alone. He had left with his lover, the woman he had come to the realisation he adored too much for his own good. And now, she were nowhere to be found and he had no idea how exactly to locate her if she were even here. He couldn't exactly wonder about and ask every single person if they had seen a girl with green skin by the name of Elphaba Thropp without sounding like someone who were insane even though it did feel like insanity wasn't far behind him in moments like this.

❛ Sort of depends what you define as 'fine' right now but...yeah, yeah, I'm fine, don't worry about me, ❜ The boy replied almost immediately without too much time being spent to actually spent to consider the question as he let out a small laugh at her following statement before raising his eyebrows and quietly nodding in silent agreement at those words without too much offense. It was probably true, I mean, after all, Fiyero hadn't exactly been in the right headspace to go full-out on his appearance that morning, ❛ Although I can't say that I've looked better, I've definitely looked worse so, that's a plus. ❜ Fiyero gave wavering smile accompanied with eyes that reeked of a faint sense of concern, attempting to offer some form of light-heartedness in this whole endeavour which seemed like the kind of thing you, once you look back upon it, would cringe on, ❛ Though, and I'm saying this as a friend...well, I guess, a friendly guy who bumped into you out of nowhere, but you're not looking the best either. ❜

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FIYERO wasn't one for deep contemplation. If anything, that was something which the male found himself purposely avoiding amongst most circumstances as, although he was one who seemingly prided himself on an existence of carelessness to the public eye, internally it were a game of 'tag' taking place in the forefront of his mind involving just about every emotion you could imagine - usually negative - chasing him around the labyrinth that was his own cluster of thoughts until it overwhelmed him enough to shut him down. He never told anyone of such, of course but on occasion even he could note that his thoughtless and outgoing nature was an evident façade. The key word here is 'note' as he knew better than anyone that acknowledgment meant facing the problem and he wasn't going to be one to do that anytime soon. Perhaps he could stick to just subconscious awareness. All he had to do was run fast enough, keep himself constantly moving and he would be the winner of this game. That was what he told himself anyway, he refused to accept that a single metaphorical twist of the ankle that could force him to slow down could change things forever. So, had anyone been planning to tell him that the twist of the ankle would have been a girl who he (well, not him, per say but an affiliate of him while he slept comfortably in the back of said carriage) nearly ran over with a Goddamn carriage? But that was a story for another day. And a long one, at that.

Regardless of such factors, it was getting increasingly more difficult to not let his thoughts get to him when he were wondering around a city that . . . definitely not home even though that term meant a million different things to him as of late but this sure as hell wasn't one of them. It resembled nothing of anything he knew and that alone put him in a state of utter unease regardless of how his feet kept moving him forward. In actuality, a lot wasn't making sense to him right now but I think in these circumstances, we gotta deal with everything one step at a time. This also meant that actually paying attention to those around him wasn't of the utmost priority to him so, when he turned the corner and was seconds away from nearly slamming into another body, Fiyero didn't react until it was clear that walking around them wasn't exactly an option as of right now and jerking himself to the side only meant that it was their shoulders that made contact as opposed to their faces prior to hitting the ground so, maybe that was an improvement? It was astonishing how someone could be so good yet awful on their feet at the same time.

" SORRY, sorry - Going to be honest, I did not see you coming," The boy began as a more light-hearted jab at an apology while he attempted to scramble back up to his feet (it worked after a few good effects) before reaching a hand out in the direction of the latest victim of his own absentmindedness, "I hope I didn't make you break a rib or anything like that." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(@walstarterblog)

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HE STILL wasn't used to it. This body, this state, which was saying something as it had been the very one he had been born in. Well, at least, it appeared to be. Nothing had changed too drastically other then the fact that, when he looked at his reflection in any passing window, puddle or reflective surface, the boy who stared back at him was made of hardened bone and warm flesh that could bleed (he had tested such a thing out himself the moment he came to the realisation that he was truly Fiyero once again, purposely cutting his fingertip on the edge of a newspaper to stare dumbfounded at the sight of the crimson that tapered the edges of the white corner before it it hit him that such an action had...hurt) as opposed to a bundle of straw, fabric and stiches that was unable to feel any pain inflicted upon him. It was all a very odd sensation, as though he couldn't fully register the level of change happening to him simply because it all happened so fast. He'd passed out during the beatings thrown upon him by the Gale Force when he had been held in their capture as, regardless of the fight he put up, the reminder that these men he had once called his co-workers had the upper-hand was an apparent one in these circumstances. When he'd awoken, he had certainly felt...different with this being an umbrella term for the many oddities that plagued him the second Fiyero's vision had unblurred. How was he not dead would have been the first question he would have asked if the first thing the prince had picked up on hadn't been how he couldn't exactly ask himself anything in the now silent realms of his own mind. His first 'thought' was how he couldn't find himself having any, as though his twisted longing for escape from his own unruly mind had come back to haunt him. What should have been freeing felt so mortifying yet his heart was still very much in tact both then and during whatever journey he and the likes of Dorothy from Kansas embarked on and it ached for one person and one alone - Elphaba. She had saved his life, this had to be her doing. Was she okay? Did she know he were alive? That was the very reason he had written her that damn note in the first place, to offer her hope and let any grief she may feel not be permanent whilst also planning some form of escape in the process. Sweet Lurline, where was she now? Was she back there in the outskirts of Oz with him here in this place? He needed to reach her...somehow. And as it felt as though he had just gotten used to his lack of weight in each step, it returned to him in a single, aggressive gust, with both circumstances resulting in Fiyero's body language being far more rigid and clumsy than the norm possessed by those around him.

It wasn't until Fiyero truly focused on the person beneath him that his face seemed to falter from its more smile-orientated exterior for a moment, studying each individual feature on the girl's face as if he were searching for a reason why she seemed so familiar. Perhaps it was the way her voice made his insides feel as though they were melting, turning into butter that began to seep into the face of a warm piece of toast. It was the only thing he had seen lately that allowed him to feel comfortable, as if talking to this stranger (she couldn't be a stranger, could she?) was something more than just embarrassed apologies and scurrying off without a word to follow in hopes they would never interact again. Fiyero...didn't want this lock of eye contact to end. He felt as if he was going through different shelves in his mind, unpacking it and throwing objects aside and opening boxes whilst in the midst of uncovering something greater and he seemed close to lifting the lid of just the right box however, that was put to a halt when the girl was up and on her feet yet even then, Fiyero's gaze didn't falter. His hand hung in the air for a moment more, as if it hadn't quite hit him yet that she had rejected the offer and it was once he noted that instead of being on the ground, this woman was at his level, the boy scurried across the pavement to grasp a few loose papers before the wind took them for their own and rushed back to stand before her, not speaking for a moment with his mouth open just slightly as though he wanted to say something but wasn't sure how to - like he had just forgotten how to converse.

❛ F-fine, I'm fine, ❜ it took Fiyero a entire minute of standing motionless and silence before he spoke again, his voice sounding that little more wavered as his act of confidence slipped and his brown eyes averted to the paper once it clocked that he had been staring at this stranger for just a little too long now. He then used this as an excuse to introduce himself, letting his hand out forward once more with the accompanying items before stating that his name was Fiyero in a tone that seemed to reflect just how lost in his thoughts he truly was. At least that offered more confirmation that he wasn't hallucinating the absence of his scarecrow physique , ❛ Sorry, I just...this is going to sound very weird but..have we met before? ❜

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FIYERO wasn't one for deep contemplation. If anything, that was something which the male found himself purposely avoiding amongst most circumstances as, although he was one who seemingly prided himself on an existence of carelessness to the public eye, internally it were a game of 'tag' taking place in the forefront of his mind involving just about every emotion you could imagine - usually negative - chasing him around the labyrinth that was his own cluster of thoughts until it overwhelmed him enough to shut him down. He never told anyone of such, of course but on occasion even he could note that his thoughtless and outgoing nature was an evident façade. The key word here is 'note' as he knew better than anyone that acknowledgment meant facing the problem and he wasn't going to be one to do that anytime soon. Perhaps he could stick to just subconscious awareness. All he had to do was run fast enough, keep himself constantly moving and he would be the winner of this game. That was what he told himself anyway, he refused to accept that a single metaphorical twist of the ankle that could force him to slow down could change things forever. So, had anyone been planning to tell him that the twist of the ankle would have been a girl who he (well, not him, per say but an affiliate of him while he slept comfortably in the back of said carriage) nearly ran over with a Goddamn carriage? But that was a story for another day. And a long one, at that.

Regardless of such factors, it was getting increasingly more difficult to not let his thoughts get to him when he were wondering around a city that . . . definitely not home even though that term meant a million different things to him as of late but this sure as hell wasn't one of them. It resembled nothing of anything he knew and that alone put him in a state of utter unease regardless of how his feet kept moving him forward. In actuality, a lot wasn't making sense to him right now but I think in these circumstances, we gotta deal with everything one step at a time. This also meant that actually paying attention to those around him wasn't of the utmost priority to him so, when he turned the corner and was seconds away from nearly slamming into another body, Fiyero didn't react until it was clear that walking around them wasn't exactly an option as of right now and jerking himself to the side only meant that it was their shoulders that made contact as opposed to their faces prior to hitting the ground so, maybe that was an improvement? It was astonishing how someone could be so good yet awful on their feet at the same time.

" SORRY, sorry - Going to be honest, I did not see you coming," The boy began as a more light-hearted jab at an apology while he attempted to scramble back up to his feet (it worked after a few good effects) before reaching a hand out in the direction of the latest victim of his own absentmindedness, "I hope I didn't make you break a rib or anything like that." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(@walstarterblog)

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THE VOICE directed his way had originally caught Fiyero off-guard as he stood amongst the crowded environment of the coffee shop in a somewhat idle position and turned his head around in a sharp manner to locate its origins. Fiyero had a thing for crowds, hell, he was probably birthed within one seeing how well he could mingle amongst them yet today felt, as everything else did, different to the norm. It felt like a ship moving back and forth on a wave as the sky darkened and clouds spawned to signal an upcoming storm but no one knew when exactly such a storm would actually take place. Not only was it unnerving but damn, was it frustrating. A light smile and an accompanying single nod was offered in the direction of the unfamiliar blonde, Fiyero sliding through the other chattering strangers in order to make his way over towards her table, bringing himself down onto the chair with both of his legs hanging from the right side of it before he altered his position to that of a regular seated one in order to reach his hand out towards the girl who now wielded the name of officer Betty Cooper in a casual interpretation of a more formal greeting. ❛ From what I can tell, I've got a lot of time, ❜ The male stated with the smile still plastered across his lips, leaning backwards in the seat after drawing his arm back towards his chest and resting it on his laps, ❛ Although it depends on what you're asking ❜ He added with a chuckle, ❛ Fiyero, by the way, if we're keeping the whole 'name thing' simple. ❜

THIS WAS NOT RIVERDALE. that had been something impossible to not notice and.. right now, betty knew that. right? somehow, some way, she had ended up halfway across the world and no, she didn't know what to even do about that. right? and there was something strange about this place - people disappearing, people dying in the strangest of ways and well.. being who she was? she was going to find out what was going on, one way or another. "if you need a seat, i'm not expecting anyone," she gestured to the seat in front of her at the booth that she was currently sitting it - this was not pop's, just a simple coffee shop, but.. then again, it didn't matter. for now, at least. "it's quite crowded today, i know. i'll even buy you a cup of coffee - my treat - if you have time to answer a few questions? I'M OFFICER COOPER, WITH THE FBI, BUT.. YOU CAN CALL ME BETTY. everyone does." @walstarterblog

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FIYERO wasn't one for deep contemplation. If anything, that was something which the male found himself purposely avoiding amongst most circumstances as, although he was one who seemingly prided himself on an existence of carelessness to the public eye, internally it were a game of 'tag' taking place in the forefront of his mind involving just about every emotion you could imagine - usually negative - chasing him around the labyrinth that was his own cluster of thoughts until it overwhelmed him enough to shut him down. He never told anyone of such, of course but on occasion even he could note that his thoughtless and outgoing nature was an evident façade. The key word here is 'note' as he knew better than anyone that acknowledgment meant facing the problem and he wasn't going to be one to do that anytime soon. Perhaps he could stick to just subconscious awareness. All he had to do was run fast enough, keep himself constantly moving and he would be the winner of this game. That was what he told himself anyway, he refused to accept that a single metaphorical twist of the ankle that could force him to slow down could change things forever. So, had anyone been planning to tell him that the twist of the ankle would have been a girl who he (well, not him, per say but an affiliate of him while he slept comfortably in the back of said carriage) nearly ran over with a Goddamn carriage? But that was a story for another day. And a long one, at that.

Regardless of such factors, it was getting increasingly more difficult to not let his thoughts get to him when he were wondering around a city that . . . definitely not home even though that term meant a million different things to him as of late but this sure as hell wasn't one of them. It resembled nothing of anything he knew and that alone put him in a state of utter unease regardless of how his feet kept moving him forward. In actuality, a lot wasn't making sense to him right now but I think in these circumstances, we gotta deal with everything one step at a time. This also meant that actually paying attention to those around him wasn't of the utmost priority to him so, when he turned the corner and was seconds away from nearly slamming into another body, Fiyero didn't react until it was clear that walking around them wasn't exactly an option as of right now and jerking himself to the side only meant that it was their shoulders that made contact as opposed to their faces prior to hitting the ground so, maybe that was an improvement? It was astonishing how someone could be so good yet awful on their feet at the same time.

" SORRY, sorry - Going to be honest, I did not see you coming," The boy began as a more light-hearted jab at an apology while he attempted to scramble back up to his feet (it worked after a few good effects) before reaching a hand out in the direction of the latest victim of his own absentmindedness, "I hope I didn't make you break a rib or anything like that." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(@walstarterblog)

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[ ⠀Welcome to London, FIYERO TIGELAAR! Did anyone ever tell you that you look just like JORDAN FISHER? Well, no matter, we hear that you are TWENTY THREE and working as a SECURITY GUARD. We also hear that you currently HAVE your memories from 'WICKED' and have a tendency to be PASSIONATE as well as IMPULSIVE. ⠀]

An independent, headcanon based portrayal of FIYERO TIGELAAR from Winnie Holzman and Stephen Schwartz's 'Wicked' as seen on @DANCEDFACADES with a face claim of JORDAN FISHER && afflificated with @wearelondonhq ! Penned by ILSE (he / him, 18, United Kingdom Timezone!) - No GIFS outside of ones which I have marked with my @ belong to me! I take no credit for the others and will attempt to assemble a place to offer full credit to all the blogs in which they belong to on a Carrd!