Shadow Clock
Title: Shadow Clock
Characters: Moritz and his father.
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions of suicide. It's quite dark, actually.
Spoilers: Spring Awakening spoilers.
Word Count: 396
Summary: Thoughts during a particular scene in the musical, Spring Awakening.
Notes: All in the perspective of Moritz and his father, so it's not terribly specific to the musical, aside from the outcome, and a few lyrics.
Challenge: "Smooth."
Disclaimer: I do not own Spring Awakening or any of its characters.
He felt the silky metal in his hands. It would be easy, quick… maybe even painless. He could do it. He could make it all stop. That loud pounding in his brain, like a drummer beating out of time on a large, flat metal tin, it could go away.
It made his whole body ache for a life he would never know, where he could feel better about his own failures; get past it all and make his future his own. No more soft legs in sky-blue stockings, just... peace. It was possible, though not without the money. And now he was without hope. Tick tock tick tock and he counts the seconds he waits, his tongue pressed down by the metal, about to lose his nerve until A SHATTERING SOUND of delicate glass breaking, and the clock stops.
He folds his hands, smooths his tie, gently lifts his chin. Then he closes the casket after taking one long, painful look at his son. The last he will ever have and this ache in his gut will never subside. All the mourners are gone now. It is now winter and they have to wait for the ground to thaw before they can bury the polished wood.
He runs his hand over the lid; let’s free the sobs of a broken man. His only son, the one he hoped would grow to shine in brilliance, now reduced to a box. There was no light in what he saw now. There was nothing of his smiling boy, the one who could quote Shakespeare in Latin and write his own thoughts down in the form of equations. He could graph a smile, calculate the sun's rays… probably even tell you the difference between each raindrop. His son hung the moon and stars, as far as he was concerned.
How is it possible that he could go from shining so bright to... this small empty shell? He would say something about stars and black holes. He even explained it once, but science was difficult for this old man. And now he has no grinning tutor with hair in disarray and skittish excitement in his eyes.
Droplets run down the even surface of the casket and he thinks it is raining. He realizes that they are tears, and that's when he breaks. Tick tock and all he knows is the pain.
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Well, that was sad. It's one of my absolute favorite musicals, and Moritz is my favorite character, so you can imagine how upset I was after "Don't Do Sadness/Blue Wind".
The entire show is on youtube, and I'd be glad to link anyone to it if they'd like to watch the original cast. It's not very good visual quality, but it's the only one up, and the audio is great.
Note: Smooth - adjective. Synonyms: silky, flat, soft, polished, even.
Characters: Moritz and his father.
Rating: T
Warnings: Mentions of suicide. It's quite dark, actually.
Spoilers: Spring Awakening spoilers.
Word Count: 396
Summary: Thoughts during a particular scene in the musical, Spring Awakening.
Notes: All in the perspective of Moritz and his father, so it's not terribly specific to the musical, aside from the outcome, and a few lyrics.
Challenge: "Smooth."
Disclaimer: I do not own Spring Awakening or any of its characters.
He felt the silky metal in his hands. It would be easy, quick… maybe even painless. He could do it. He could make it all stop. That loud pounding in his brain, like a drummer beating out of time on a large, flat metal tin, it could go away.
It made his whole body ache for a life he would never know, where he could feel better about his own failures; get past it all and make his future his own. No more soft legs in sky-blue stockings, just... peace. It was possible, though not without the money. And now he was without hope. Tick tock tick tock and he counts the seconds he waits, his tongue pressed down by the metal, about to lose his nerve until A SHATTERING SOUND of delicate glass breaking, and the clock stops.
He folds his hands, smooths his tie, gently lifts his chin. Then he closes the casket after taking one long, painful look at his son. The last he will ever have and this ache in his gut will never subside. All the mourners are gone now. It is now winter and they have to wait for the ground to thaw before they can bury the polished wood.
He runs his hand over the lid; let’s free the sobs of a broken man. His only son, the one he hoped would grow to shine in brilliance, now reduced to a box. There was no light in what he saw now. There was nothing of his smiling boy, the one who could quote Shakespeare in Latin and write his own thoughts down in the form of equations. He could graph a smile, calculate the sun's rays… probably even tell you the difference between each raindrop. His son hung the moon and stars, as far as he was concerned.
How is it possible that he could go from shining so bright to... this small empty shell? He would say something about stars and black holes. He even explained it once, but science was difficult for this old man. And now he has no grinning tutor with hair in disarray and skittish excitement in his eyes.
Droplets run down the even surface of the casket and he thinks it is raining. He realizes that they are tears, and that's when he breaks. Tick tock and all he knows is the pain.
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Well, that was sad. It's one of my absolute favorite musicals, and Moritz is my favorite character, so you can imagine how upset I was after "Don't Do Sadness/Blue Wind".
The entire show is on youtube, and I'd be glad to link anyone to it if they'd like to watch the original cast. It's not very good visual quality, but it's the only one up, and the audio is great.
Note: Smooth - adjective. Synonyms: silky, flat, soft, polished, even.