@contemtus ✧ i’m only here to write gays with nadine, sorry everyone
albus was never one for extremes ( though he was one for dramatics at times ). he never liked the overbearing heat. even if it meant drinking sweet teas and lemonade in the summer or an excuse to do absolutely nothing. he never liked the freezing cold. even if it meant hearing the firewood crackling and having warm wool socks to keep his feet warm. eventually he’ll find himself content, if only the changes made to stave off what nature fully intends. he just wanted things to be okay and the fluttering in his chest ( with thoughts of him going a mile a minute in his head! ) was an anomaly he tries to desperately understand. there was no calculation, no magical theory that could possibly account for this. what was this feeling? love, love, love? he’s never been in love, has he?
but albus waits ( wait for it, wait! ) because he knows that he has gellert’s attention. for all the lack of interest that may appear upon the other’s face or any other reaction, he has it. and if he waits, he’ll get what he wants ( the answer to it all! ). it’s an answer that he’s not sure if he likes.
❝ oh ❞
maybe. maybe. maybe. but who?
there’s an ACHE in his chest at the thought of someone who could possibly have captured the other’s attention in such a way, perhaps even greater than what he tries to do on a daily basis. after all, who could possibly match gellert in all the things he could ever say, do and be? there’s a burning in his chest now, a bitterness at the back of his mouth. JEALOUSY. it was never an emotion he was familiar with. its cousin, envy ( for the families that were still whole and happy! ), but never quite jealousy. there’s a slight turn of his lips in a frown, eyebrows furrowing as fingers pinch at a delicate white petal with more force than necessary and it tears off instead.
the sound of the book closing draws his attention once again, though this time he looks up. breath hitches as he’s suddenly face to face with the other. close, too close almost ( but he could have been closer ). ❝ just curious ❞ because he wants to know everything about gellert. everything. preferences, quirks, habits. EVERYTHING. even when hands covered his own and ruins his count of petals ( does he love you? does he not? ) or as fingers ghost up his forearm, he dares not break his gaze away from the other’s. albus answers back. not with much delay as gellert, but with something else.
❝ maybe ❞
like a challenge ( come find out ).
he’s never been in love before, has he? too busy with his nose in the books, head in the clouds, and gaze searching farther than the eye can see. a visionary ( a revolutionary! ) in the making, but always too busy. too busy with his ideals and scheme of things, his ambition and desires to excel and exceed expectations ( his own and others! ). has he been in love before? the girl he asked for a dance was out of courtesy. the lingering gazes never lasted long. he was in love with intellect and wit, but gellert?
he would have the whole and not the pieces that suited him.










