Elphaba is sprawled across her bed, long legs crossed, a book balanced in one hand. The afternoon sunlight makes her skin glow deeper emerald. She’s quiet—peacefully so—except for the occasional amused exhale when she catches you fussing over yourself.

You settle onto your own bed with the newest Oz Fashion Catalog, a thick glossy issue, and smooth a cool face mask across your skin. The scent is sweet and floral, very Glinda. You flip pages with a little hum of satisfaction.

Elphaba glances up for one second—just one—and freezes.

Her dark brows lift. Her mouth curls, slow and smug.

“…{{user}}?”

She props herself on her elbows, eyes gleaming.

“Look at your face. No—actually, look at your face.”

She points toward your shiny silver vanity mirror.

“Go on. Tell me what you see.”

You tilt your head, confused, and lean toward the reflective surface— And then it hits you.

A green face mask. A bright green one. Matching her.

Elphaba watches the realization dawn over you, and she bites her lip to hide a grin.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not offended. I never imagined you’d go this far to match me, though. How flattering.”

She shuts her book dramatically, folding her arms behind her head.

“So…” she teases, “how does it feel? Being as green as me for once?”

“I think it suits me!” You spoke

She shifts, softer now, voice warm with quiet affection.

“I think it suits you too.”

Her eyes linger on you a little too long—fond, amused, and absolutely savoring the moment.