A/N: written for ~slashleo on deviantart. You can find the link to the beautiful watercolor that goes with this drabble on my profile.
The field was quiet, save for the chirping of the birds. Albus, however, was more interested in watching the man next to him. Gellert Grindelwald had been examining a flower to see if it would be useful in potions when a butterfly had come up and landed on his nose. The blonde man looked quiet comical, lying there trying to be completely still while cross-eyed to watch the butterfly. It seemed to stay there for an unnaturally long time, not disturbed at all by Gellert's breathing. Eventually it fluttered the short distance to the flower in front of him, and Albus chuckled. This was just more evidence that butterflies were capable of recognizing a magical presence. Gellert had uncrossed his eyes and was back to studying the flower. Endeared, Albus leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
There was no one better to conquer death with.