Christmas -- Spring Awakening (o1.o3.o9)
Title: Christmas
Fandom: Spring Awakening (musical.)
Characters: Anna/Georg
Prompt: Fanfiction 100 prompt #92: Christmas.
Rating: PG
Summary: Christmas bells are ringing again, and the celebration is at the Robel's this year.
Other: I wrote this in March.
"But how are you going to dance with me if you're the one playing the piano?" Anna's face looked gloomily up at Georg's.
The Robels were hosting the annual Christmas party the following weekend, and everyone was invited. The party would certainly be extravagant, and Fraulein Grossebustenhalter had volunteered her star pupil, Georg, to play the piano as entertainment. Of course, he hadn't objected, but apparently Anna had something to say about it. Georg looked at her with wonderment and a soft smile. "Don't be ridiculous."
Anna frowned. "Why is it so ridiculous that I would like to dance with you at the Robels' celebration?" She looked so un-Anna-ish it was almost laughable. Her brow furrowed and her eyes were half covered by her eyebrows, her face was screwed up so fiercely.
Blinking impassively, Georg realized he had misspoken. "No- Anna- I meant that the idea of me not dancing with you at Ernst's party is ridiculous." He grinned and gripped her hand for a second. "Don't worry, we'll get our chance."
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Fraulein Grossebustenhalter had practically dragged Georg across the room to the piano nearly the very second he'd arrived with his parents. She pointed to the piano with a long fingernail, gesturing to the double seat. She swept off with a look of 'You must do us proud.' Sighing, he let his fingers trace across the keys until setting them down in one spot. A string of lively notes let out of the piano as he played for a second, stopping only to look around.
He hadn't had the chance to look when he'd arrived, but Georg knew the Robels had gone out of their way to make everything look nice. Their home wasn't the flashiest, but the decorations and lights made everything look even lovelier. The surroundings basked in beauty; lights strung across the walls in a perfect chain, creating a warm atmosphere in the house. Georg didn't know how music could be flowing if he wasn't really playing yet. Before long he realized that it wasn't music, it was the chatter of content guests, their ideas and tones changing smoothly from one beat to the next.
"No, keep going," said Ernst sheepishly, approaching the piano out of nowhere. His face was flushed; he seemed a little embarrassed that his parents had gone to such lengths for the community's enjoyment. A smile sent Ernst's way made him turn around, forgetting for a moment Georg and the piano as he turned around to greet Hänschen.
Georg turned back to the piano with a sigh, setting his hands down again. The notes began to flow smoothly out of the piano, the familiar tune easily produced. He had played this song over and over in practice, so it was somewhat boring to him. His eyes wandered around the room, watching everyone's movement.
Hänschen had his trademark smirk on as he set a hand on Ernst's shoulder, whose characteristic blush appeared at the touch; he glanced quickly around, as if making sure no one was looking. Melchior was sitting in an armchair by where his parents stood, reading something, per usual. Otto was speaking to his mother about something, quietly enough so Georg couldn't even make out a single noise issuing from his lips. Martha and Thea were sitting cross-legged on the floor by the roaring fireplace, munching on cookies prepared with care by Frau Robel. And… there. Anna was standing against the wall, watching Georg watch everyone else.
Gesturing to the empty space in the double seat right beside him, Georg motioned for Anna to sit next to him. Her eyes locked on his and widened. Her gaze flicked to her parents, then to his parents, then back to Georg, who shrugged and turned up the corner of his mouth in a 'Why not?' kind of way. She took a deep breath and quickly moved over to where the piano stood, sliding easily into the seat. When she spoke, her voice was as cheerful and lively as the music he'd played.
"So much for dancing, right?" she chirped, obviously trying to create some sound of happiness in her voice despite the nearly palpable disappointment.
Silently, Georg placed Anna's hands on the piano, resting his on top. "Maybe it's not exactly what you'd hoped, but this isn't so bad." She sighed dejectedly, resting her head on his shoulder as he moved their hands together, playing the simplest tune he could think of.
"I suppose," murmured Anna skeptically, her expression indifferent. It was quite obvious that it wasn't what she expected at all and had automatically decided to reject any replacement of her previous expectations.
Hands clasped hers reassuringly. "I suppose you'd prefer another kind of dance?" Georg's heart rate sped up and he tried to keep it normal as he realized exactly how what he had said could have been interpreted. Anna giggled softly, realizing quicker than he did what he subconsciously meant. Disregarding her parents and his, she pressed her warm lips to his ruddy cheek.
"I'm sure Fraulein Grossebustenhalter wouldn't appreciate that distraction at all, especially even now," she whispered, her eyes still laughing at him.
He made a face. "I'm sure," he said seriously, swiping at her waist with a freed hand. "I need to play, you are distracting me." His expression finally convinced her to stand up, smile, and walk over to where Thea and Martha sat. Georg placed his hands back on the keys and began to play once more.
Fandom: Spring Awakening (musical.)
Characters: Anna/Georg
Prompt: Fanfiction 100 prompt #92: Christmas.
Rating: PG
Summary: Christmas bells are ringing again, and the celebration is at the Robel's this year.
Other: I wrote this in March.
"But how are you going to dance with me if you're the one playing the piano?" Anna's face looked gloomily up at Georg's.
The Robels were hosting the annual Christmas party the following weekend, and everyone was invited. The party would certainly be extravagant, and Fraulein Grossebustenhalter had volunteered her star pupil, Georg, to play the piano as entertainment. Of course, he hadn't objected, but apparently Anna had something to say about it. Georg looked at her with wonderment and a soft smile. "Don't be ridiculous."
Anna frowned. "Why is it so ridiculous that I would like to dance with you at the Robels' celebration?" She looked so un-Anna-ish it was almost laughable. Her brow furrowed and her eyes were half covered by her eyebrows, her face was screwed up so fiercely.
Blinking impassively, Georg realized he had misspoken. "No- Anna- I meant that the idea of me not dancing with you at Ernst's party is ridiculous." He grinned and gripped her hand for a second. "Don't worry, we'll get our chance."
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Fraulein Grossebustenhalter had practically dragged Georg across the room to the piano nearly the very second he'd arrived with his parents. She pointed to the piano with a long fingernail, gesturing to the double seat. She swept off with a look of 'You must do us proud.' Sighing, he let his fingers trace across the keys until setting them down in one spot. A string of lively notes let out of the piano as he played for a second, stopping only to look around.
He hadn't had the chance to look when he'd arrived, but Georg knew the Robels had gone out of their way to make everything look nice. Their home wasn't the flashiest, but the decorations and lights made everything look even lovelier. The surroundings basked in beauty; lights strung across the walls in a perfect chain, creating a warm atmosphere in the house. Georg didn't know how music could be flowing if he wasn't really playing yet. Before long he realized that it wasn't music, it was the chatter of content guests, their ideas and tones changing smoothly from one beat to the next.
"No, keep going," said Ernst sheepishly, approaching the piano out of nowhere. His face was flushed; he seemed a little embarrassed that his parents had gone to such lengths for the community's enjoyment. A smile sent Ernst's way made him turn around, forgetting for a moment Georg and the piano as he turned around to greet Hänschen.
Georg turned back to the piano with a sigh, setting his hands down again. The notes began to flow smoothly out of the piano, the familiar tune easily produced. He had played this song over and over in practice, so it was somewhat boring to him. His eyes wandered around the room, watching everyone's movement.
Hänschen had his trademark smirk on as he set a hand on Ernst's shoulder, whose characteristic blush appeared at the touch; he glanced quickly around, as if making sure no one was looking. Melchior was sitting in an armchair by where his parents stood, reading something, per usual. Otto was speaking to his mother about something, quietly enough so Georg couldn't even make out a single noise issuing from his lips. Martha and Thea were sitting cross-legged on the floor by the roaring fireplace, munching on cookies prepared with care by Frau Robel. And… there. Anna was standing against the wall, watching Georg watch everyone else.
Gesturing to the empty space in the double seat right beside him, Georg motioned for Anna to sit next to him. Her eyes locked on his and widened. Her gaze flicked to her parents, then to his parents, then back to Georg, who shrugged and turned up the corner of his mouth in a 'Why not?' kind of way. She took a deep breath and quickly moved over to where the piano stood, sliding easily into the seat. When she spoke, her voice was as cheerful and lively as the music he'd played.
"So much for dancing, right?" she chirped, obviously trying to create some sound of happiness in her voice despite the nearly palpable disappointment.
Silently, Georg placed Anna's hands on the piano, resting his on top. "Maybe it's not exactly what you'd hoped, but this isn't so bad." She sighed dejectedly, resting her head on his shoulder as he moved their hands together, playing the simplest tune he could think of.
"I suppose," murmured Anna skeptically, her expression indifferent. It was quite obvious that it wasn't what she expected at all and had automatically decided to reject any replacement of her previous expectations.
Hands clasped hers reassuringly. "I suppose you'd prefer another kind of dance?" Georg's heart rate sped up and he tried to keep it normal as he realized exactly how what he had said could have been interpreted. Anna giggled softly, realizing quicker than he did what he subconsciously meant. Disregarding her parents and his, she pressed her warm lips to his ruddy cheek.
"I'm sure Fraulein Grossebustenhalter wouldn't appreciate that distraction at all, especially even now," she whispered, her eyes still laughing at him.
He made a face. "I'm sure," he said seriously, swiping at her waist with a freed hand. "I need to play, you are distracting me." His expression finally convinced her to stand up, smile, and walk over to where Thea and Martha sat. Georg placed his hands back on the keys and began to play once more.