Disclaimer: Is Blake seriously leaving?! D'= Because if I owned SA he would be Moritz forever. And Kyle would still be Melchior (no offense to Mr. Jake, but I love Kyle).

A/N: Thanks to prosopopeya for the inspiration and Chalcedony Rivers for the feedback. (P.S. I thought I would have him walking home from a piano lesson or something, but didn't know how to incorporate that without totally destroying the flow/mood. So bear that in mind and pretend I'm brilliant and somehow included it poetically. I thought about using Ilse for this instead, but Georg would mourn too, no?)


The sound of the wind in the trees and the crickets and the gurgling brook – it's all too much for Georg. This is what Moritz and Melchior would have heard. After all, this was their place. Before…

Yesterday it had rained as a boy was buried in the mud. Cold, hard rain that almost didn't feel wet, just numb. The smooth wood of his coffin was dark, but this didn't fit somehow. It would be his home for eternity; wouldn't he eventually tire of the darkness?
Georg's shoe sinks in the mud and he pulls it free with a nearly sickening slurp. The noises are overwhelming and he wants to cover his ears and scream until his chest aches so that the dark and the dusk can't slip through, but somehow he knows that it would find a way in between the cracks of his fingers and claw into his brain and delude him into hearing the ghosts and echoes of a whimsical laugh -- he stops because it couldn't be, but there is laughter, and for one joyfully delirious moment, all the air leaves his lungs his throat aches tears blur his eyes his knees threaten to give way and he smiles.