Too Much -- Spring Awakening (12.o5.o9)
Title: Too Much
Fandom: Spring Awakening (musical.)
Characters: Anna, Martha, Thea, Georg, Otto (mention)
Prompt: Fanfiction 100 prompt #33: Too Much.
Rating: PG
Summary: It was getting to him, the discomfort nearly palpable in the too-warm March air.
"What do you think, Georg? Is it long enough?" Anna held up a chain of tiny flowers; there were probably about forty in the chain. Her eyes sparkled, despite the fact that one hand was shading her eyes from the burning sun. The weather was blisteringly warm for March, and Anna had dragged Martha, Thea, and Georg out to the flower fields.
Georg coughed gently and lifted his glasses back up to his eyes (he was previously in the middle of cleaning them with the inner lining of his school shirt). He had no idea why Anna was asking him this. It wasn't as if he had any experience with the relative lengths of flower-chains. And anyhow, it wouldn't matter what he really thought, because Anna would beam with exaltation at anything that came out of his mouth. He nodded vaguely and returned to rubbing his glasses.
"I think it might need a few more, Anna," said Thea gently, her toe tapping quickly against a spot of dry, browning grass. Her face was crumpled in concentration, and her eyes squinted against the bright sky to appraise Anna's flower-chain. "Though it depends on what you are planning to do with it. Have you decided yet?"
It was hard to imagine Thea sitting still and thinking for once- Georg had always thought of her as eternally bouncing in place, and he did not quite feel as if that was satisfied in those little twitches of movement. Even he was somewhat restless at the moment, his fingers tapping out another piano piece that he should probably have been learning instead of sitting in a field watching three girls tie knots in the stems of diminutive pink-petaled flowers. Well, two girls, anyway.
Martha was calmly and silently inspecting the end of her braid, moving it back and forth against her palm as if it were a paintbrush and her hand the canvas. Her shoulders seemed to shudder a little, jumping at the sound of Thea's foot making contact with the crunching, dead patch of grass. Anna frowned as she looked at this, she, too, squinting to be able to see Martha properly. "Martha…"
The tallest girl jerked her head up, eyes wild but for a moment, then reverting back to the calm and collected look far too quickly to even be perceptible. "Yes?" she said slowly, her mind palpably weighing the various questions Anna could possibly ask her.
Anna's eyes flicked to Georg for a minute, then back to Martha, seemingly changing tack quick as a flash. "What do you think?" She cocked her head to the side, and Georg was briefly reminded of a canary Otto used to have. It used to sing day and night, only stopping once in a while to turn its head to the side, looking quizzical and quite adorable. It died a few months later. So it goes.
"About what?" Martha said a little too quickly. Georg was beginning to get worried. What had passed between these girls that made each of them- all but for Anna- act so different from their usual behaviours?
Shaking the chain of flowers, which were becoming limper and limper by the minute, Anna asked simply, "Do you think I need more?" She blinked a few times, obviously caring and anticipating an answer. The uncomfortable atmosphere was beginning to be a bit too much for Georg, who was sweating like he never had before in his entire life. The combination of the sweltering heat, his long-sleeved school shirt (even though he was sitting sans coat), and the abnormal female behaviours were beginning to get to him.
"Oh," Martha said, visibly relieved. "I don't know... I think you may need to start over. I think the heat is getting to the flowers." She pointed to one flower near the end of the chain close to the hand Anna was holding it with, that was turning brown and stiff.
"Oh," repeated Anna. She frowned again, and Georg sighed. "What time is it, Thea?" It took far too much effort for Georg to suppress a loud groan. This was worse than the time he had been dragged by his mother to a tea where all she did was comment on what the other ladies at church were wearing, the quality of the tea, and the relative success of their husbands.
Thea shrugged, closing her eyes to block out the sun entirely. "I am not quite sure. Georg, do you know what time it is?" Her foot was still tapping. The patch of grass was flat and completely brown now. It looked much like a parasite, turning the surrounding areas brown as well.
"No, sorry." Anna, Thea, and Martha did not look happy at all. "But," Anna looked up at Georg's addition, "there is something that I would like to know. Why do you do this? You three come out here, Anna practically begging me to join her, yet none of you seem excited or even remotely happy to be out here."
Martha silently sent Thea a look, who flicked her eyes up to meet Anna's careful gaze. Thea opened her mouth to speak, pausing for a moment to consider her words. "I think it was a matter of doing something different. It was getting away from someone, simply getting away, or wanting to be with someone." It was obvious straight away who she was referring to in each part. A familiar feeling settled itself in an area in Georg's body just above his stomach.
"Perhaps we should go inside," Anna offered softly, standing up slowly and brushing off the skirt of her dress. Martha quickly followed suit, followed by Thea. What Georg still didn't understand was why three girls, so different from one another, could possibly seem so alike, especially in a moment like this.
Georg blinked and adjusted his glasses to find that Anna's hand was outstretched in front of his torso. He stood up; dusting off his school pants, he took her hand, still as confused as ever. But at least now it wasn't so much to handle.
Fandom: Spring Awakening (musical.)
Characters: Anna, Martha, Thea, Georg, Otto (mention)
Prompt: Fanfiction 100 prompt #33: Too Much.
Rating: PG
Summary: It was getting to him, the discomfort nearly palpable in the too-warm March air.
"What do you think, Georg? Is it long enough?" Anna held up a chain of tiny flowers; there were probably about forty in the chain. Her eyes sparkled, despite the fact that one hand was shading her eyes from the burning sun. The weather was blisteringly warm for March, and Anna had dragged Martha, Thea, and Georg out to the flower fields.
Georg coughed gently and lifted his glasses back up to his eyes (he was previously in the middle of cleaning them with the inner lining of his school shirt). He had no idea why Anna was asking him this. It wasn't as if he had any experience with the relative lengths of flower-chains. And anyhow, it wouldn't matter what he really thought, because Anna would beam with exaltation at anything that came out of his mouth. He nodded vaguely and returned to rubbing his glasses.
"I think it might need a few more, Anna," said Thea gently, her toe tapping quickly against a spot of dry, browning grass. Her face was crumpled in concentration, and her eyes squinted against the bright sky to appraise Anna's flower-chain. "Though it depends on what you are planning to do with it. Have you decided yet?"
It was hard to imagine Thea sitting still and thinking for once- Georg had always thought of her as eternally bouncing in place, and he did not quite feel as if that was satisfied in those little twitches of movement. Even he was somewhat restless at the moment, his fingers tapping out another piano piece that he should probably have been learning instead of sitting in a field watching three girls tie knots in the stems of diminutive pink-petaled flowers. Well, two girls, anyway.
Martha was calmly and silently inspecting the end of her braid, moving it back and forth against her palm as if it were a paintbrush and her hand the canvas. Her shoulders seemed to shudder a little, jumping at the sound of Thea's foot making contact with the crunching, dead patch of grass. Anna frowned as she looked at this, she, too, squinting to be able to see Martha properly. "Martha…"
The tallest girl jerked her head up, eyes wild but for a moment, then reverting back to the calm and collected look far too quickly to even be perceptible. "Yes?" she said slowly, her mind palpably weighing the various questions Anna could possibly ask her.
Anna's eyes flicked to Georg for a minute, then back to Martha, seemingly changing tack quick as a flash. "What do you think?" She cocked her head to the side, and Georg was briefly reminded of a canary Otto used to have. It used to sing day and night, only stopping once in a while to turn its head to the side, looking quizzical and quite adorable. It died a few months later. So it goes.
"About what?" Martha said a little too quickly. Georg was beginning to get worried. What had passed between these girls that made each of them- all but for Anna- act so different from their usual behaviours?
Shaking the chain of flowers, which were becoming limper and limper by the minute, Anna asked simply, "Do you think I need more?" She blinked a few times, obviously caring and anticipating an answer. The uncomfortable atmosphere was beginning to be a bit too much for Georg, who was sweating like he never had before in his entire life. The combination of the sweltering heat, his long-sleeved school shirt (even though he was sitting sans coat), and the abnormal female behaviours were beginning to get to him.
"Oh," Martha said, visibly relieved. "I don't know... I think you may need to start over. I think the heat is getting to the flowers." She pointed to one flower near the end of the chain close to the hand Anna was holding it with, that was turning brown and stiff.
"Oh," repeated Anna. She frowned again, and Georg sighed. "What time is it, Thea?" It took far too much effort for Georg to suppress a loud groan. This was worse than the time he had been dragged by his mother to a tea where all she did was comment on what the other ladies at church were wearing, the quality of the tea, and the relative success of their husbands.
Thea shrugged, closing her eyes to block out the sun entirely. "I am not quite sure. Georg, do you know what time it is?" Her foot was still tapping. The patch of grass was flat and completely brown now. It looked much like a parasite, turning the surrounding areas brown as well.
"No, sorry." Anna, Thea, and Martha did not look happy at all. "But," Anna looked up at Georg's addition, "there is something that I would like to know. Why do you do this? You three come out here, Anna practically begging me to join her, yet none of you seem excited or even remotely happy to be out here."
Martha silently sent Thea a look, who flicked her eyes up to meet Anna's careful gaze. Thea opened her mouth to speak, pausing for a moment to consider her words. "I think it was a matter of doing something different. It was getting away from someone, simply getting away, or wanting to be with someone." It was obvious straight away who she was referring to in each part. A familiar feeling settled itself in an area in Georg's body just above his stomach.
"Perhaps we should go inside," Anna offered softly, standing up slowly and brushing off the skirt of her dress. Martha quickly followed suit, followed by Thea. What Georg still didn't understand was why three girls, so different from one another, could possibly seem so alike, especially in a moment like this.
Georg blinked and adjusted his glasses to find that Anna's hand was outstretched in front of his torso. He stood up; dusting off his school pants, he took her hand, still as confused as ever. But at least now it wasn't so much to handle.