Deerly Beloved

[chambermusicandtenpins]

deerlyBeloved: DumbleDaddy Feeling hot for teacher? Need some magic in your life? Just have a thing for men in three-piece suits? Send an owl to this handsome local wizard and let him cast a spell on you.

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

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[Indignant? Hm.]

It doesn't. [Was that flippant enough?] But it does paint you in a different light.

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These pages seem to appear on their own, without our input. You have one yourself. [NOT THAT HE NOTICED OR ANYTHING.]

[followorperish]

Mine is not nearly so atrociously flirtatious. [He doesn't care. He doesn't care. He doesn't care.]

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Gellert, do you truly think I wrote something like this? [LIAR]

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No, but it is damning. [How embarrassing for you, Albus. You better not attract anyone.]

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[Too late he got three replies already YOU JEALOUS?] Damning to who? You? No one else seems particularly bothered by it.

[followorperish]

[He never entertains such a useless emotion.]

Damning to you and your image. I have seen the man you paint yourself to be.

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[Liarrrrrrrr.]

I paint myself as nothing. Since when do you care about my image so dearly?

[followorperish]

I like to know my enemy. [And that's it. Clearly.]

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[Clearly.]

Knowing is not quite the same as caring about it so wildly.

[followorperish]

I think you are being incredibly presumptuous. Asking simple questions does not make me wild.

[And he is rather wild anyway.]

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Then it matters not a bit to you what may be written about my in a profile, I assume.

[followorperish]

If you wish to be embarrassed, go right ahead.

[Only don't.]

I'm sure you will have plenty of company to keep you warm.

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You need not concern yourself. I keep myself warm without any trouble. [READ THAT HOWEVER YOU WILL.]

[followorperish]

You realize, if you do take a partner...

They will be in danger.

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[There is a long, pained pause, where Albus has to fight down a swell of pain in him. He has no partner and knows he never could take one again, but there is such a deep well of helpless fury at the idea of Gellert seeking to control him this way, even after Gellert had abandoned him so long ago.]

And why is that? Is that part of what you deem necessary for the greater good?

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You are mine. [That is said plainly and without hesitation. If anyone else asks him the same question, they will receive the same answer. This is his territory.]

Despise me all you like, but that is the truth.

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[His heart aches at those words, words he remembers hearing Gellert say to him once upon a time, when they had meant something very different and had carried so much weight in his soul.]

What a poor master I have, then, that only thinks of how best to slaughter me.

[followorperish]

[His features darken - anger hiding the pain. He has gotten good at disguising the best part of himself behind his rage; his ambition. Even so, this is difficult.]

Come back to me and I will forgive you.

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[Albus is quiet for a long, long moment, still not looking at Gellert. Eventually, he exhales slowly, wearing a wry smile.]

I don't believe you would.

Maybe I would have once, but not anymore.

[followorperish]

[He lowers his voice, his tone heated so Albus doesn't miss his meaning:]

You are mistaken. I would lavish you with kindness and protection if you came to me.

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[Smiling bitterly, he says:]

We have thirty years worth of resentments built up in us. I hear it in you whenever we speak.

[Albus has his own, in truth, but they sit on him in a different way, a mix of anger and sadness and grief.]

[followorperish]

Mmm that does sound like it would lead to a wonderful reunion.

[Angry sex? Angry sex.]

You're just enticing me further, Albus.

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[In spite of himself, Albus flushes red, glancing away from Gellert for a moment. He hadn't exactly expected such a forward response, and it shows in the way he stumbles to speak.]

Sex isn't quite the same thing as forgiveness, Gellert.

[followorperish]

[Having the upper hand is a pleasant feeling, but there is more to it than that.]

But it is really nice, isn't it? Especially between us.