One more non-drabble
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book_worm5I realised today that I had yet to post this, so I thought I would. The prompt was an open request for Albus/Gellert stories; I haven't before written slash, or romance of any kind, really, but through the judicious use of elision, I think I carried it off. It's almost more a moment between friends than anything, though obviously it's not, quite. If this is at all the sort of thing that interests you, feel free to read on.
It was a bright spring day, and two young men--very different to look at, and yet somehow similar as well--were lying on the springy turf of a broad hillside, gazing up at the clouds. "You know, Albus," the blond said lazily, one hand stretched over to play idly with a lock of his companion's dark red hair, "I think the thing that first drew me to you was your eyes."
"Oh really?" Albus said mildly, turning on his side so as to converse more directly. "I'm surprised you could see much of them, what with these confounded spectacles."
"Oh yes," the other man confirmed, turning to his side as well. "They're so vivid, they have such...energy to them. Not," he added, raising his eyebrows, "that I'm accusing you of a lack of vigor in other areas, of course."
Albus looked vaguely sheepish. "Oh, come now, Gellert," he protested, waving the words off. "They're just blue. That's not so unusual, especially in the part of the world you come from."
"Ah, but you are unusual." That same ironic lift of brow, and the slight smirk. "A very unusual man indeed."
Albus chuckled lightly, trying to ignore his heating face. "The things you say sometimes."
"Scoff at me, will you?" Gellert retorted. "Well then," he said in quite a different voice, locking his own eyes with those he'd been describing, "I'll just have to arrange a demonstration..."
Comments are welcome, though I reserve the right to roast marshmallows on flames.
It was a bright spring day, and two young men--very different to look at, and yet somehow similar as well--were lying on the springy turf of a broad hillside, gazing up at the clouds. "You know, Albus," the blond said lazily, one hand stretched over to play idly with a lock of his companion's dark red hair, "I think the thing that first drew me to you was your eyes."
"Oh really?" Albus said mildly, turning on his side so as to converse more directly. "I'm surprised you could see much of them, what with these confounded spectacles."
"Oh yes," the other man confirmed, turning to his side as well. "They're so vivid, they have such...energy to them. Not," he added, raising his eyebrows, "that I'm accusing you of a lack of vigor in other areas, of course."
Albus looked vaguely sheepish. "Oh, come now, Gellert," he protested, waving the words off. "They're just blue. That's not so unusual, especially in the part of the world you come from."
"Ah, but you are unusual." That same ironic lift of brow, and the slight smirk. "A very unusual man indeed."
Albus chuckled lightly, trying to ignore his heating face. "The things you say sometimes."
"Scoff at me, will you?" Gellert retorted. "Well then," he said in quite a different voice, locking his own eyes with those he'd been describing, "I'll just have to arrange a demonstration..."
Comments are welcome, though I reserve the right to roast marshmallows on flames.
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Date: 2007-12-14 10:03 am (UTC)is good :)