oh how clumsy of me, i meant to accuse you.

 “ oh, i’m never dragged in to mischief. believe me, my youngest siblings TRIED more than once. ”  they gave her a good fight, too — some days, it seemed like a constant battle to get the youngest romanovs under control. compared to anastasia and alexei, the well-behaved von trapp siblings are a dream.

        ( at least, they’ve been well-behaved to her. she suspects they don’t know what to MAKE of her — they’ve simply been told that she was forced to leave home, and will be staying her for a few months. the captain and miss maria are the only ones who know just how FAR FROM HOME she really is. )  

          an eyebrow quirks up ;;  she can’t help being curious. “ they’re REALLY fond of me? they told you that? i don’t think they’re quite sure what to do with me. ”

          “NEVER?” There’s a slight smile that comes onto Georg’s features as his eyes hold a hint of that youthful mischievousness that his children had from...time to time. “Oh, I wouldn’t ever say never; children can be quite PERSUASIVE.” The Captain’s outlook had changed ever since Maria had come into their lives - a little less closed off, a bit of a spring in his step, and though he still expected quite a level of OBEDIENCE and that his children do as they were properly taught to do, well, ever sine Maria had come into their lives...Georg was  reminded that he too had been a young boy once.

          “FRAULEIN, do you care to explain what -...” Georg gestures around to what used to be an extremely TIDY sitting area which was now something of what the Captain would compare to a ZOO. “ --...happened here?” He asks, not seeing a TRACE of his children, but saw the remnants of what seemed to be FOOTPRINTS leading in multiple different directions. “--...or am I to assume that this is all part of some -... GRAND ADVENTURE that the children have set up?”

josef offers the man a small smile as he obliges in his kind offer to sit while waiting for liesl to finish getting ready. “thank you, sir.”  he silently wishes she’d be ready sooner for her father’s gaze leaves an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. he would be chaste with liesl, treat her as any self-respecting young man should. yet he understands the intimidating and protective demeanor of the older man. it was their first time meeting, his first opportunity to make a decent impression, one that hopefully would wipe away some of the captain’s worries. 

“dancing, sir. my father is having a small gathering this evening at our home.” josef begins to explain as hands form together on his lap. he’s trying his best to look at ease and yet he feels as if the captain can see through his confident and calm demeanor. “as a matter of fact, he extended an invitation to you as well.” 

Being a father of SEVEN came with its own set of challenges. Being a SINGLE father of seven even more so. When it came to Liesl however, she was his first, his eldest, and his eldest GIRL: it was up to her to navigate the waters for her younger siblings when it came to her father’s PROTECTIVENESS. 

Still, Georg doesn’t feel as if he’s being UNREASONABLE. The name HEUSMANN strikes a bad chord with him, and with the way their days were slowly changing into a different type of world, Georg does not want his daughter to be AFFILIATED with a NAZI. Though, there is a deeper part of his mind - one that is quietly suppressed that makes him think that if worse comes to worse, what if being affiliated with the PARTY was the only way to keep her safe? The Captain quickly dismisses those thoughts as he stares - face unreadable at the young man in front of him.  His father was a prominent member - what was to say that a father’s views were not easily passed along to his son?

          “Dancing.” he repeats, as if trying to find a FLAW with such an activity. About to ask his daughter’s DATE when he expected to bring his daughter back home when Josef continues. His mind briefly flips back to the telegraph he had received earlier that morning - now discarded in his trash bin in his office. The boy was taking her straight into the hornet’s nest! His mouth twitches ever so slightly, and though he knows that his daughter will put up a FIGHT - he guesses with the presence of Josef, at the very least it should be dampened some.

          “Well, I suppose it would be quite RUDE of me to not attend then, hm?” He asks, though he does not really expect a response. Georg’s voice takes on a lighter tone, though his UNEASE has deepened. Nothing could happen at this party, but the idea of leaving her alone in a room full of men Georg did not know and TRUST was enough to make up his mind. He stands just as Liesl comes down the stairs, shooting her father an IMPLORING look.

 she bows her head, feeling a little shamed and a little melancholic all at once. his words invoke her of her own deepest regrets — how she wishes her papa, her family, had taken more moments to savor the LITTLE THINGS, before life changed the way it did! a tiny smile creeps onto her lips. “ i see, ”  is all she says, but she understands completely.  ( perhaps the von trapp family is much wiser than hers was. )  “ i can keep an eye on them too, if you’d like – just to see that things don’t go too far. ” she hasn’t allowed herself to get close to any of the children yet, but this isn’t an unreasonable offer  —  she is a big sister to her core, after all.

The Captain offers her a warm smile, a look of UNDERSTANDING in his eyes. Though he goes to Vienna often for work, and although Salzburg is not terribly far, he misses his FAMILY more often than words can express. He can only imagine just a shadow of what Tatya is feeling. 

There she is with a smile to reflect his own. Dutifully, she helps him slip his coat off, hanging it next to his hat before her hands find his shoulders and she rises onto her tip-toes to places a chaste kiss upon his cheek.

“I don’t know why you get yourself so stressed out, darling.” She takes his hand, leading him into the kitchen where she’s prepared his dinner.

“If your colleagues are dragging their feet, then they’ll soon be dismissed — you have nothing to worry about. Don’t take on work that isn’t yours.”

          “Mm...” is Georg’s response as he follows her into the kitchen, squeezing her hand gently as he sits down in front of a wonderfully prepared dinner as usual. “I think you SPOIL me, my dear.” He tells her, a loving smile on his features as he pulls her gently forward so that she sits on his lap.

Supposes that he should call himself LUCKY. This was the actual first BOY that Liesl had brought home and had not snuck around with behind his back. The image of a troubling young man fit that certain description and Georg was all the more DISGRUNTLED for it.

          “ -- And where exactly is it that you’ll be taking my DAUGHTER tonight, s o n?”

There is a young lady nearby - not as young as his oldest perhaps, but still, most certainly younger than Georg. The expression on her face is...somewhat unreadable, but for some reason, he finds that she looks familiar. 

          “ - You might want to slow down on that drink. Austrian liquor is...a bit stronger than what some are used to.”

in all honesty, she’s not sure WHAT kind of father captain von trapp is. his children are fond of him  ;;  miss maria insists that he is a very good man ;;  but all tatiana can think is that he’s very different from her own father ( and being secluded in this cozy family unit only makes her miss dear papa MORE ).  “ kurt is only eleven — that seems much too young to me, ” she replies, discomfort in both her words and the terse set of her spine.  “ and they’re all bound to have AWFUL headaches in the morning. ”

          “If there is one thing that I can REASSURE you of,” Georg begins, smile not sliding off his strong features though his voice takes on a more somber tone, “-- is that the love for my children go beyond anything else in this world.” Glances down the stairs, and while he cannot see his children - he can hear them acutely well. “Kurt will not be able to have more than half a glass, and Liesl will make sure that no one will get too far GONE.” Looks back over to Tatiana, “-- with the world changing the way it is, I’m afraid my children will grow up too quickly. Little NOVELTIES like these -...well, I trust my children, and my children trust me.”

THAT 70′S SHOW!

          “Well hello, darling.” Georg begins, pressing a kiss to her forehead as he closes the door behind him. 

“Sorry I’m a little late. I got held up a little longer in the office than I would have liked. Everyone’s got their mouth running lately; I don’t know if anyone is even WORKING.”