I — you are the lover of my impossible soul

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Written for: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments) — as usual, prompts at the bottom!

Word Count: 491


They are two boys, lying side-by-side, hand-in-hand, and they simply breathe.

There is grass all around them; long tendrils that spike up from the soft ground. They are embedded within it; it shoots up in the gap between Albus' arm and torso, making its way out of the dirt that it once called home.

A breeze meanders gently through the meadow, until it reaches them, carefully caressing the boys' faces.

The sky is a periwinkle blue, the sun impossibly bright, the wisps of soft clouds floating gently above them in the midday heat.

The feeling of contentment that rises through Albus is one that cannot be described using words.

He is peaceful, he is at peace.

The ring of trees lining the meadow sway in the wind, the dulcet tones of their green leaves creating a rustling harmony and a haunting melody of simultaneous longing and utter content.

Their ambitions, their hopes and dreams and wildest desires — it has been left behind, separated from their bodies; they are two teenagers in love, and that is all that matters.

That is all that is, in this tiny pocket of their world.

He turns to look at Gellert, watching as the blonde hair of the other boy wafts around his head, a shimmering, glowing mass of light that reflects every ray emitted by the sun.

His hand drifts, seemingly of its own accord, across to the boy, gently stroking the tufts of hair that cascade around him. Gellert's eyes are open; and they stare up at the sky, seeing but not seeing, the dull bronze of his pupils swallowed up by the vast mass of blue.

And then those eyes are on him, and the whole world simply melts away.

He doesn't know how long they stay there like this.

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It's Gellert who breaks their gaze. His eyes flick up, and Albus can already see the turmoil and ever-constant brewing of new destinations stirring in his eyes.

He wishes that they could just let go, and be free of their ultimate goals.

But the hunger for power is always there, ever-present in the back of both their minds — he knows it, Gellert knows it, but for the first time, Albus wants it gone.

He stretches a hand out to the blond, urging him with his eyes to stay here, just for a minute longer, just to be two beating hearts, to be two intertwining souls in love and at peace.

He sees the frustration written all over the other boy's face, the urge to get up and do something. But then his mouth softens, and he slowly reaches out his own palm, and suddenly they are simply free.

They are two boys, lying side-by-side, hand-in-hand, and they are living, they are existing, they are loving, they are together, and whatever may come to bring them down, they will fight it, with their hearts beating as one and their lives forever interlocked.


Prompts:

365 Prompts: 116. (Era) Dumbledore

Insane House: (word) dulcet

Assignment #5 — Muggle Art, Task 1 (write about a private and poignant moment between lovers)

Creativity Month: Albus/Gellert — easy, colours: periwinkle

Resolutions: 13. Write a fic set in Dumbledore Era, 61. Write a collection based around a certain character

Cocktail Corner: (starter pack) Albus/Gellert

Saint Patrick's Day: The Three-Leaved Shamrock (colour) green

Caffeine Awareness: 10. Cappuccino — write a story using only two characters

Scavenger: 2. Write a fic set in the countryside

Jewel Challenge: Amber Necklace — write about being out in the sun

Forty Days: (Only-based) 6. only male characters

Writing Club:

- Showtime: 3. When You're Good to Mama (object) basket

- Days of the Month: International Day of Forests (write a story set in a forest)

- Count Your Buttons: Objects — basket