Strangers -- Spring Awakening (18.o2.o9)
Title: Strangers
Fandom: Spring Awakening (musical.)
Characters: Anna/Georg
Prompt: Fanfiction 100 prompt #25: Strangers.
Rating: PG
Summary: Maybe being creepy is overrated, but if it gets Georg wound up, Anna doesn't mind.
Other: I wrote this in February; I'm posting all my fics on here too.
Anna sat with her knees pulled to her chest after church on Sunday, waiting for a cloud to pass by so she could feel the warmth of the sun beating against her face. Well, she reasoned as she thought that idea through once more, not quite beating, more like… spreading, or maybe just warming her face. Nodding to no one, she smiled, although the entire silent exchange with her conscience about the very word was morbid enough if one were to remember Martha and Ilse at the same time. But none of that crossed her mind as she stood up. A flicker of confusion and bafflement flashed across her face as she blinked, trying to determine if it was the sun that was making her see the figure of Hänschen Rilow approaching.
Rushing through her mind were trains of thought, rifling through her memories to figure out why on earth Hänschen, of all people, would want to talk to her. He was rather creepy, and the way he carried himself made Anna slightly afraid to talk to him. The two were practically strangers. Her frantic thinking snagged on a peg as she froze at the very thought that he might be coming over to come onto her. What about Georg? But Hänschen didn't know about her and Georg.
Though, she thought, he doesn't look too bad; at least he's smiling. This was true. "Hello, Anna," Hänschen said, bobbing his head in what seemed to be a sign of mutual respect. "I was just thinking about something and saw you here. I wondered if you could maybe help me with my… what shall we call it… predicament."
Knitting her eyebrows together, Anna nodded, her face free of any trace of a smile. "Hello, Hänschen. Well, it depends what you wanted to know. What is it?"
Was it just Anna, or was Hänschen looking a little nervous? She tried not to laugh. Of course it was her; Hänschen Rilow never got nervous for the life of him. He simply wasn't raised that way, or so her parents told her. "I was only thinking… how do you… that is to say- how does one… attract another? I mean, I know it is rather forward, but most of the girls run from me every time I approach, and the boys I cannot ask. It is quite… difficult, you could say."
The puzzled look still had not left Anna's face as she pondered his question. Did he have his eye on a certain girl? If so, who? Certainly not her, as he wouldn't ask her if it were true. Her fears were eliminated, however slowly, and she spoke aloud. "A predicament indeed. Well, I know Geor-" Oh dear. Her eyes widened and she grabbed hold of Hänschen's forearms, who stiffened. "Tell no one, Hänschen!"
He smirked and shook his head. "It matters not whether you and Georg Zirschnitz are doing… anything… of that sort. What I am concerned with is Erns-" It was his turn to clutch at her arms, his nails all but digging into her skin. "Anna," he said warningly, his even voice still not breaking. He knew he would have hell to pay if anyone found out about his more-than-fondness for Ernst. His eyes were wild and he stared her boldly in the face, and his grip tightened on her threateningly. Fleetingly, she had a vague thought that if he held on long enough and hard enough she might look like Martha.
"Ernst Robel, Hänschen?" Anna whispered, a slight smile barely flickering on her face as if it were to fade away for good. She flexed her fingers to make sure they still worked, like Hänschen's death grip was cutting off the circulation. Seeing the skin under his fingers was turning white, then purple, Hänschen stepped back and mumbled an apology, nodding as if he were ashamed. She almost giggled but didn't out of pity for Hänschen. Pity? For Hänschen? "He's nice, Hänschen. Be forward- but don't break him. He's…" she glanced at the faint bruise marks blooming on her arms, close to her wrists, "Fragile."
Hänschen glanced around and swore quietly, a little too colourfully for Anna's taste, and took off at a speedy walk after tossing out a swift 'Thank you.' Anna's eyes whipped around to look behind her, searching for whatever Hänschen was so afraid of. Oh. Georg was several yards away, a resolute look on his face, his brow serious. He all but stormed towards her, making a motion so as to grab her arms, but she pulled back at the last second. Georg's hardened face now softened, his evident concern lining his features. It almost made Anna want to go, Awww.
"What was Hänschen talking to you about?" he said, his stony eyes wondering if she was all right while asking if the now-gone boy had intruded upon anything. Anna smiled softly and touched Georg's chest with her palm, trying to avoid the arm area at any and all costs. Hers were still a bit shaky, steadied some by Georg, who took her hands in his. An incredulous look swept over his face as he eyed the marks on her arms, mixing with obvious shock and worry. He opened his mouth to say something more, but she interrupted him with a quick interjection.
"He only wanted some advice." Anna didn't think that Hänschen would want Georg to know about his… She didn't know the right word for it. She settled for affection, for boys. So she kept that part tucked in her head for thinking-about later.
Obviously, Georg didn't believe her. "No, honestly. I can see- did he do this to you?" He was shaking a little now, anger flashing in his eyes and settling into his face. Anna pulled away from him, mainly to save herself from the harsh grip she knew would come if she didn't. Is this what Martha and Ilse feel like?
"It wasn't anything! He was worried, Georg. And I… accidentally… told… him- about you and me?" It upturned at the end, as if she was questioning what they had. "About us."
Georg's face changed indescribably, trying to decide which emotion to settle on. "Why does it matter? We're not doing anything wrong. I mean, sure, we're young, but we haven't… done anything."
"And anyway, he's practically a stranger to me," she finished as if he hadn't spoken, shuffling back towards him a tiny bit. Pulling her towards him, Georg inspected her arms with a careful, determined eye.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Yes, he did, but it's nothing, now please-"
"Did he…"
Shaking her head, Anna sighed. "No, Georg. Even if he did I wouldn't have gone along with it. That's what he wanted advice about. How to capture someone's heart." She didn't want to be too outspoken- what if people told her mother?- but she whispered anyway, "Like you, Georg."
He hugged her closer, resting his chin on the top of her head. "And you," he said quietly, tilting her chin up to look him in the eyes. He brushed his lips against hers, pressing them harder for a second before pulling away. "Anna, Hänschen isn’t a stranger to me- he will go after you. I'm not letting that happen." Anna disagreed- she saw something in Hänschen's eyes when he started to say Ernst's name- but stayed silent. If Georg wanted to protect her, by all means she wanted him to.
Fandom: Spring Awakening (musical.)
Characters: Anna/Georg
Prompt: Fanfiction 100 prompt #25: Strangers.
Rating: PG
Summary: Maybe being creepy is overrated, but if it gets Georg wound up, Anna doesn't mind.
Other: I wrote this in February; I'm posting all my fics on here too.
Anna sat with her knees pulled to her chest after church on Sunday, waiting for a cloud to pass by so she could feel the warmth of the sun beating against her face. Well, she reasoned as she thought that idea through once more, not quite beating, more like… spreading, or maybe just warming her face. Nodding to no one, she smiled, although the entire silent exchange with her conscience about the very word was morbid enough if one were to remember Martha and Ilse at the same time. But none of that crossed her mind as she stood up. A flicker of confusion and bafflement flashed across her face as she blinked, trying to determine if it was the sun that was making her see the figure of Hänschen Rilow approaching.
Rushing through her mind were trains of thought, rifling through her memories to figure out why on earth Hänschen, of all people, would want to talk to her. He was rather creepy, and the way he carried himself made Anna slightly afraid to talk to him. The two were practically strangers. Her frantic thinking snagged on a peg as she froze at the very thought that he might be coming over to come onto her. What about Georg? But Hänschen didn't know about her and Georg.
Though, she thought, he doesn't look too bad; at least he's smiling. This was true. "Hello, Anna," Hänschen said, bobbing his head in what seemed to be a sign of mutual respect. "I was just thinking about something and saw you here. I wondered if you could maybe help me with my… what shall we call it… predicament."
Knitting her eyebrows together, Anna nodded, her face free of any trace of a smile. "Hello, Hänschen. Well, it depends what you wanted to know. What is it?"
Was it just Anna, or was Hänschen looking a little nervous? She tried not to laugh. Of course it was her; Hänschen Rilow never got nervous for the life of him. He simply wasn't raised that way, or so her parents told her. "I was only thinking… how do you… that is to say- how does one… attract another? I mean, I know it is rather forward, but most of the girls run from me every time I approach, and the boys I cannot ask. It is quite… difficult, you could say."
The puzzled look still had not left Anna's face as she pondered his question. Did he have his eye on a certain girl? If so, who? Certainly not her, as he wouldn't ask her if it were true. Her fears were eliminated, however slowly, and she spoke aloud. "A predicament indeed. Well, I know Geor-" Oh dear. Her eyes widened and she grabbed hold of Hänschen's forearms, who stiffened. "Tell no one, Hänschen!"
He smirked and shook his head. "It matters not whether you and Georg Zirschnitz are doing… anything… of that sort. What I am concerned with is Erns-" It was his turn to clutch at her arms, his nails all but digging into her skin. "Anna," he said warningly, his even voice still not breaking. He knew he would have hell to pay if anyone found out about his more-than-fondness for Ernst. His eyes were wild and he stared her boldly in the face, and his grip tightened on her threateningly. Fleetingly, she had a vague thought that if he held on long enough and hard enough she might look like Martha.
"Ernst Robel, Hänschen?" Anna whispered, a slight smile barely flickering on her face as if it were to fade away for good. She flexed her fingers to make sure they still worked, like Hänschen's death grip was cutting off the circulation. Seeing the skin under his fingers was turning white, then purple, Hänschen stepped back and mumbled an apology, nodding as if he were ashamed. She almost giggled but didn't out of pity for Hänschen. Pity? For Hänschen? "He's nice, Hänschen. Be forward- but don't break him. He's…" she glanced at the faint bruise marks blooming on her arms, close to her wrists, "Fragile."
Hänschen glanced around and swore quietly, a little too colourfully for Anna's taste, and took off at a speedy walk after tossing out a swift 'Thank you.' Anna's eyes whipped around to look behind her, searching for whatever Hänschen was so afraid of. Oh. Georg was several yards away, a resolute look on his face, his brow serious. He all but stormed towards her, making a motion so as to grab her arms, but she pulled back at the last second. Georg's hardened face now softened, his evident concern lining his features. It almost made Anna want to go, Awww.
"What was Hänschen talking to you about?" he said, his stony eyes wondering if she was all right while asking if the now-gone boy had intruded upon anything. Anna smiled softly and touched Georg's chest with her palm, trying to avoid the arm area at any and all costs. Hers were still a bit shaky, steadied some by Georg, who took her hands in his. An incredulous look swept over his face as he eyed the marks on her arms, mixing with obvious shock and worry. He opened his mouth to say something more, but she interrupted him with a quick interjection.
"He only wanted some advice." Anna didn't think that Hänschen would want Georg to know about his… She didn't know the right word for it. She settled for affection, for boys. So she kept that part tucked in her head for thinking-about later.
Obviously, Georg didn't believe her. "No, honestly. I can see- did he do this to you?" He was shaking a little now, anger flashing in his eyes and settling into his face. Anna pulled away from him, mainly to save herself from the harsh grip she knew would come if she didn't. Is this what Martha and Ilse feel like?
"It wasn't anything! He was worried, Georg. And I… accidentally… told… him- about you and me?" It upturned at the end, as if she was questioning what they had. "About us."
Georg's face changed indescribably, trying to decide which emotion to settle on. "Why does it matter? We're not doing anything wrong. I mean, sure, we're young, but we haven't… done anything."
"And anyway, he's practically a stranger to me," she finished as if he hadn't spoken, shuffling back towards him a tiny bit. Pulling her towards him, Georg inspected her arms with a careful, determined eye.
"You didn't answer my question."
"Yes, he did, but it's nothing, now please-"
"Did he…"
Shaking her head, Anna sighed. "No, Georg. Even if he did I wouldn't have gone along with it. That's what he wanted advice about. How to capture someone's heart." She didn't want to be too outspoken- what if people told her mother?- but she whispered anyway, "Like you, Georg."
He hugged her closer, resting his chin on the top of her head. "And you," he said quietly, tilting her chin up to look him in the eyes. He brushed his lips against hers, pressing them harder for a second before pulling away. "Anna, Hänschen isn’t a stranger to me- he will go after you. I'm not letting that happen." Anna disagreed- she saw something in Hänschen's eyes when he started to say Ernst's name- but stayed silent. If Georg wanted to protect her, by all means she wanted him to.