Title: Possession
Author: Soviet-Chan
Rating: T
Pairing: Grindeldore
Warnings: Aberforth!perspective, angst
He doesn't notice it.
It starts with the look in Gellert's eyes when they hold hands and Albus thinks I'm not looking. I see my Gellert mumble something and my brother's face will turn pinkish-red. Then, he looks at my brother like a miser looks at his earnings. I see him checking it off on the list in his head. He says things in German but I don't need to translate. I can see it, clear as a kiss of cold wind when I open my window in the morning to see them walking down the hill away from our house; standing too close to eachother. And Ariana is screaming, deafening and hoarse at my bedside.
I sneak down the stairs at night, in sock feet, using the banister as some kind of fortress. They think I am too dumb to get it and too angry to care. He has my brother in a choke-hold kiss. Albus moves his fingers, hands shaking, across the German boy's jaw line and bare chest. He moves like a person possessed. I guess he must be possessed, to be a possession. I tried to tell him yesterday that I knew about this sort of thing. I swear that will be my last time warning him. He never scoffed at me that way before Gellert came. The way his eyes said that I was a child and nuisance; he was always the remarkable one.
He has my brother against the wall, now. They should have said goodnight but he's still here, running his thin fingers through that thick hair. Albus holds a quill, uselessly bobbing between two fingers. The hand is pinned by Gellert's force, above him and against the wall. His wrist dangles limp like a crucified shadow. He closes his eyes as Gellert brushes a hand against his thigh, gently reaching to tug his pants buttons loose. Albus is a ghost now.
He doesn't notice it.