Deerly Beloved

[chambermusicandtenpins]

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( Albus Dumbledore | 46 | M | wouldn't you like to know )

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[chambermusicandtenpins]

You act as if you do not do things now that I would fight against, that we are long past the days of a single mistake. If you have no desire or aim to change, then I am wasting my words on a discussion that will take us no further.

[He sounds defeated and tired, and yet, in spite of that, something in his heart breaks when Gellert tells him he misses him.

Albus closes his eyes and is silent a moment, his chest aching at the words, at the memories of so many times when he's wanted the other man at his side and been left with nothing more than air.]

I do, too.

[followorperish]

It all had a beginning. We have only distanced ourselves further from one another since then. I don't know how to fix any of it without going back to where it first went wrong.

[Why must Albus look so sorrowful? The expressions nag at him and his pride feels less important. Actually, his pride feels nonexistent.]

Spend time with me, then.

[chambermusicandtenpins]

[Wearing a sad, bittersweet smile, he says:]

We only wind up screaming at each other when we do. Unless one of us is injured.

[Shaking his head slightly, he says in a mournful voice:] I think there is so much more standing between us than just one day thirty years ago.

[followorperish]

We haven't had enough time to come to any understanding. Besides, if this is to be our new home, the problems of the past are nonexistent. We should work together.

[He tries to stand against the sadness, pitching his voice alluringly. He is a siren calling Albus to sea.]

[chambermusicandtenpins]

[Albus shakes his head at that all the more, closing his eyes. He can hear the way Gellert layers charm into his voice, his tone shifting to try and obtain what he wants. It used to work so well on him once, but now he sees it as a tactic, a tool in Gellert's arsenal.]

The past is not nonexistent when a war waits for us the second we go home.

[followorperish]

What if we never see it? What if this is our new existence?

[It could be. The possibilities are endless and he wants to direct Albus's attention away from that war. Their war.]

Imagine this is our new beginning. What do you need from me?

[chambermusicandtenpins]

We can't exactly assume that, can we. People leave all the time.

[He shuts his eyes a moment, picturing it as Gellert wishes him to, and yet there are so many unknowns that would worm through him. Such as:]

I'd need to know what exactly you've been telling Credence Barebone.