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Author: Cedar
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osmalic Feel better!
Prompt: Cold War
Characters: Dumbledore and Grindelwald
Word count: 236
Rated: G
Warnings: overblown dramatics? :-)
A/N: Thanks for the cool prompt and characters to try,osmalic. Yay!
It was a cold war between them.
There were cool ultimatums and icy declarations, wintery manifestos that crackled with frost, speeches that froze the listener’s hearts. It was a war of bitter words, deliberate, and calculating, and cold.
Albus knew why it was that way, and understood that Gellert did as well. It was an unspoken agreement between them.
The cold sealed them up, kept them protected under a shell of ice, a muffling blanket of snow.
The problem remained that he could remember the warmth, the comraderie, the pressure of Gellert’s warm hand on his shoulder, the amber light in his eyes as he spoke of his plans, his ideas. He could feel the fire still, blazing away as they marveled at their blistering thoughts, burning like new stars, feeling invincible. It had been the heat and passion of deep understanding, true friendship, and Albus had never felt it since.
The fierce fire of their companionship had never been put out. Instead, it had been frozen, trapped, denied oxygen by the cold, hard reality of who they were, what they stood for, what had happened between them.
Albus knew it was only a matter of time, through, before the flames licked through the icy shell of control, the reasoned and even chill of their propaganda, and the scalding heat enveloped them both in a firestorm. He hoped, when that happened, that he could survive it.
Author: Cedar
For:
osmalic Feel better!Prompt: Cold War
Characters: Dumbledore and Grindelwald
Word count: 236
Rated: G
Warnings: overblown dramatics? :-)
A/N: Thanks for the cool prompt and characters to try,
osmalic. Yay!It was a cold war between them.
There were cool ultimatums and icy declarations, wintery manifestos that crackled with frost, speeches that froze the listener’s hearts. It was a war of bitter words, deliberate, and calculating, and cold.
Albus knew why it was that way, and understood that Gellert did as well. It was an unspoken agreement between them.
The cold sealed them up, kept them protected under a shell of ice, a muffling blanket of snow.
The problem remained that he could remember the warmth, the comraderie, the pressure of Gellert’s warm hand on his shoulder, the amber light in his eyes as he spoke of his plans, his ideas. He could feel the fire still, blazing away as they marveled at their blistering thoughts, burning like new stars, feeling invincible. It had been the heat and passion of deep understanding, true friendship, and Albus had never felt it since.
The fierce fire of their companionship had never been put out. Instead, it had been frozen, trapped, denied oxygen by the cold, hard reality of who they were, what they stood for, what had happened between them.
Albus knew it was only a matter of time, through, before the flames licked through the icy shell of control, the reasoned and even chill of their propaganda, and the scalding heat enveloped them both in a firestorm. He hoped, when that happened, that he could survive it.