10 song meme
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arqueetePairing: Includes a little implied Moritz/Melchior, implied Ilse/Moritz, Melchior/Wendla, general Ilse, general Moritz, general Wendla, general Ernst, general Melchior (Phew!)
Rating: PG
Summary/Notes: Back a while ago there was a meme going around for taking 10 songs off shuffle and writing 100 word drabbles for them. I did it for the musical Chess then, and since Shelli was doing it for SA tonight, I thought I'd join in :P
Coin-Operated Boy – Dresden Dolls
The bed is worn, but it's new to Ilse. For the moment she's the only one in it, but she's not alone. She can even hear his footsteps over the sound of the rain. He's charming, and the way his face contorts in that concentrated way – she likes that. He paints – the way the light streams through the window, that's his favorite. He's demanding. He's a obsessive, possessive. When he touches her, sometimes, it makes her skin crawl, just a little. He could be perfect, if it weren't for those things. He could be perfect, if he was someone else.
Skullcrusher Mountain – Jonathan Coulton
They're children and the sun is bright in the noon sky. Of course they're playing outside. Melchior isn't, however – he's in bed with the flu -- and the dynamic of the group, just Ilse, Wendla, and Moritz, isn't quite the same now. In fact, Ilse isn't even really with them. Instead she's at the edge of the creek, her skirt almost brushing the water and her feet soaked, catching a frog. Moritz doesn't like frogs – he looks at her with wide, frightened eyes. She's a little disappointed that he doesn't see her as brave and clever like Melchior would.
You're Still You – Josh Groban
“Sometimes it seems like he just... he doesn't try, at all. Somehow everything is just handed to him but he doesn't seem to even realize it,” Otto considered aloud.
“It just doesn't seem fair to the rest of us. The teachers never give him a hard time about anything,” Georg chimed in.
Moritz had thought about it before. A little bit of bitterness was buried in him toward Melchior and his academic achievement. However, he couldn't bring himself to open his mouth and add in a negative comment about the boy. Hearing himself say it wouldn't feel right.
London Beckoned Songs About Money By Machines – Panic! At the Disco
Moritz realizes one day, standing in front of the class, how straight the tables are. They're all in perfect rows, and all the boys in them are sitting perfectly still – well, almost perfectly. He sees the wandering eyes, the slight slouches. If the teachers could have their way, however, they'd all be straight-backed machines. He wonders who they're being showed off too. Why perfection even matters. Melchior would have theories about authority power – Moritz, though, is too busy reciting this and wanting badly not to be up there. At least being in the perfectly aligned tables isn't being alone.
All You Need Is Love – The Beatles
She tells her mama she's sorry for being out so late – she didn't know the time, really. She tries to look truly ashamed as she says it, her cast to the floor. Once she's upstairs, though, she's dancing through the hall. Anna suggested they walk up to her aunt's house that next day – Wendla wasn't sure her mama would ever let her do so now. However, it didn't seem to... matter so much anymore. Just being there, that afternoon, staring up at the trees and just hearing Melchior there, breathing, beside her, filled her with a strange sense of elation.
Clark Gable – The Postal Service
The walk back home was a strange one. She realized she doesn't even know what time it was, but she didn't want to know. She wished she could say her head was swimming as she tried to make sense of all the feelings, the actions, that had passed between them, but instead... everything seemed heightened around her. The chill in the air following the storm, the rhythm of her footsteps. She felt too alert to really think or feel, but still, this seemed... She wanted love or nothing at all. She wanted badly to think this was that. Was it?
Witness – Sarah McLachlan
When Ernst is lying in bed sometimes, staring through his open window, his eyes following the lightning bugs as they glow like mythical creatures in the dark, things start to feel unreal. His mind wanders, sometimes, to thoughts about darker things, things that make him feel small in the world, or full of potential, or outside his body. He thinks about things like Heaven and Hell – really thinks about them, considers them, instead of simply being fed bible verses. He thinks about things like his purpose. He thinks about broad, frightening things like love, war, death... He doesn't sleep well.
Thank Goodness – Wicked
As he leaves the staff room his steps are quick, rushed. Moritz wants out of there quick – away from the danger of being caught, or that's what he should be thinking. Instead his heart is racing with excitement, with joy. He wants to get to the boys, gathered around the bench outside waiting for him, to blurt out the news and see their faces when they hear it. He hopes Melchior is back to hear it. Hopes other people overhear. For this moment he can forget the final exams to come, his homework tonight, and just be happy.
Without You – Rent
After the funeral, Melchior took a walk. There was no question as to where to go next – he needed to take the walk, to see the trees and how the sunlight streamed through the branches, to feel the breeze. Melchior could remember so many times he had been out here on one of these walks, before today. Though it was seemed obvious, he just needed to see that the sun was still shining, the breeze still blowing, just the same – the world was keeping on without Moritz. Melchior needed to know that he could, maybe, keep on also.
As Long as You're Mine – Wicked
When their lips meet it feels incredibly rebellious – gloriously forbidden. It's intoxicating like that. Then he feels the pressure of her hands against his chest and instantly they're apart. Wendla's a little confused, a little uncertain, but Melchior realizes that such a meeting – of people and of feelings – might never happen again. Now was so perfect, brought together by such unexpected circumstance, and with that kiss he is far too well invested in it. He needs desperately to convince her, to make her trust, to make this work while it can. He can't see leaving this behind now.
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Date: 2007-05-11 01:35 am (UTC)And I love your iiicon.
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Date: 2008-10-21 07:06 am (UTC)Just, love. Mmhmm.