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Post by AMOS DIMITRI LESTRANGE on Dec 29, 2014 23:06:00 GMT -5
this ain't over , love in the middle of a firefight Amos got up from the bed, he glanced behind him against his better judgement. There he was. The man, it was all he knew him by. Partially because they sat down next to one another and Amos had been the one to say it. "No names." in his matter of fact and usually cold tongue. He was drinking a celtzer water and not a drop of alcohol at the time. Maybe he thought he should of been before he turned and made a move on the man that sat beside him. But then he saw a face that was too damn handsome that he couldn't help himself but pour just enough whiskey down his throat to get a few short laughs. And that was just the beginning. The name thing was important though, where knowing only the first name is usually a sign of a one night stand, to Amos it was a way of protecting his so-fought-for identity. He's so particular about his life and who he allows near it. not to mention, Amos Lestrange was a fear bringer, the last name that sent people running. It was a gift and a curse, most of the time the prior. Amos usually didn't even notice it, he was so entirely stuck in his head and whatever task he might have been focusing on. But now as he looked at the young man's face, he wanted to know it.
Running a hand through his curls, that seemed to have grown overnight, Amos, pulled on his pants. But as his thoughts wandered back to the night prior, he couldn't help but smile. Neve...ever in his life has Amos had a connection like he had with the Man he'd met that night. They'd talked about everything. Poetry, philosophy, good books- great books. Morals and what's right and wrong and who decides. Everything that Amos never knew he had bottled up in his chest every day.
It was, for lack of a better word, magical, and he hated himself for thinking in that way. The ever logical Amos Lestrange on an island isolated from love and passion, was suddenly forced from it. He looked absently at the sleeping form, memorizing the lines on the face that he knew he'd remember for years to come. Amos wasn't openly gay. He wasn't openly Bi, which would be more accurate to how he felt towards romance and lust. Instead he was told to pick a bride by his family. Find someone of good standing, good breeding and go 'fucking marry her'. Amos took the news fine as a front, finding it logical, exactly what was needed to continue the family name, but within hours found himself at the pub. And that's where they met. "Oi." He breathed, a smile on his face, despite himself. It lightened up the features that looked so dark for so long. "We get kicked out at ten." he spoke again, moving over and sitting beside the man, touching his shoulder with surprising tenderness. | words; xxx notes <3 |
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Post by ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER on Dec 30, 2014 10:46:44 GMT -5
Last night was the first night Albus had slept in a long, long time. The last two years had been hell. He had witnessed more deaths than he’d ever wanted to, even though at the time, he was sure he knew what getting into the auror career would be like. Both of his parents died, and as did many of his friends—most were going through auror training at the time, like him. He had somehow escaped from the death eaters… but he was on the run, on alert, every single moment of every day.
He didn’t know what changed last night, but he let his guard down for a few hours, at the pub, just to talk to a stranger. Maybe it was the fact that neither of them shared their names or their story… which made the meeting all the more mysterious, all the safer.
Albus felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. He’d been awake for a little while, but dozed off. He woke up easily and sat up against the bed. The other man smiled at him, and he smiled, almost reflexively—he couldn’t help it. It felt weird to be smiling, actually, after all that has happened in his life recently. Then again, it was weird to be in bed with a man he’d met just last night. A man that he had no name of, no backstory to. He’d never been big on one night stands, and he knew that’s what this was… but with him, it felt… different. Albus believed that there was a connection. Something more than just a spur of the moment decision or lust. Or maybe he’d been lonely for too long.
“We get kicked out at ten,” he said.
“That’s good to know,” Albus said, looking over to the small clock on the night stand. It was eight. He had two hours to get ready and get out of here. And maybe ask for his name. But that was involve giving his own… “How are you?” he asked instead, a hint of hesitation in his voice. Stupid, awkward morning-after conversations. But neither of them made a move to leave or made a break for the door. In the other man’s expression, Albus saw neither embarrassment nor regret. Good sign? Maybe. But maybe he felt the connection too.
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Post by AMOS DIMITRI LESTRANGE on Dec 30, 2014 11:03:52 GMT -5
this ain't over , love in the middle of a firefight It was just enough for the man to turn and look at him for Amos to feel unnerved again. It was easier to cope with this sort of emotion when, at least, partially intoxicated, but so soon from waking up, it was torture. He managed to keep himself from running for the hills at least ten different times in the past two minutes, but Amos shook that feeling off. They'd both be gone soon enough, and he didn't want to alter any perceptions of himself that the man may have gathered the night before. It was the smile that the man then offered Amos that nearly broke his heart, an organ he didn't really think he had. Unbelievably, this one night would undoubtedly stick with Amos for a while, but that smile. That smile might for longer and the eldest lestrange had no idea why. He had no background in this sort of thing.
Many different answered buzzed through Amos' head at the man's question. There was the normal retort that he would throw at just everyone who ever asked him that question, and then there was a pause where Amos considered approaching it differently. If there was anyone genuine, it was this man. And Amos couldn't help but find it ... endearing? Did Amos Lestrange really find something endearing? "Well rested." And then, after realizing that he needed to return the question, Am rubbed the back of his head, "Yourself?" But it did take a lot of restraint from just laying back on the bed and staying here, Amos felt like as soon as he left those doors, he'd be back to his reserved and distant self. And he knew he wouldn't see the man again. Because the Lestranges already had lists of women for Amos to choose from for a bride.
And then he offered again, "The bar downstairs hands out coffee in the mornings." He said, raising an eyebrow. Suddenly remembering to take his hand off the shoulder of the man, Amos hadn't even realized, but now it burned with heat. The thing was, Amos didn't now where he was going with that, because he didn't drink coffee, and it came out more matter of fact and awkward than anything. Amos figured if it were possible for him to blush this very situation would do it, but ever restrained- Amos looked distinguished and put together as ever. He wasn't really used to one night stand rules. Was he supposed to slip out unnoticed? Or stick around? Was he supposed to thank the man? But Amos knew he didn't want to leave yet.
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Post by ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER on Dec 30, 2014 22:53:39 GMT -5
Albus was not really new to one night stands, or men, for that matter. He’d known for quite a while that he was different, and his gigantic and loving family simply nodded and accepted it when he told them. He’s never been in a real relationship, ever, not one that lasted longer than a few weeks, and honestly, he wasn’t looking for one. What with everything else going on in the Wizarding World, how could he focus on himself? But the man in front of him… well, Albus hadn’t felt that kind of connection in a long time, not with anyone outside of his family. He supposed that was what people meant when they say that love can be found when one least expects it.
He shook the thought out of his mind. That was just for one night. In a few minutes, at most an hour, they would never see each other again. But Albus doubt he’d ever be able to forget him. “The same,” he responded, nodding, to his question. It was true, even if he had spent a bit of the morning lying there, thinking.
"The bar downstairs hands out coffee in the mornings.”
Albus raised an eyebrow. He wasn’t sure if he wanted for them to get coffee together, stick around for a couple more moments. Didn’t people usually leave the morning after as soon as possible, make up some excuses, say goodbye? Then again, last night wasn’t exactly a “usual” encounter between two people. He was sober, for one, and neither of them were really pursuing the other. And he guessed, well, as far as he could tell that is, neither of them regretted the night before. The only thing that was normal or common was the awkwardness. That was always the result.
That was when he took his hand off of Albus’s shoulder. Albus hadn’t even really… realized that it was there. Well, the initial contact was like a spark, electrifying, but afterwards, Albus was so focused on the other man’s facial expressions, his eyes, that he hadn’t really paid attention to that at all. He stifled a chuckle when the other man withdrew his hand, color creeping up his cheeks as well.
Wordlessly, Albus got off the bed and pulled on his pants and slipped on a shirt. He ran a hand through his already-messy hair, and went to the door. “Coming?” he asked.
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Post by AMOS DIMITRI LESTRANGE on Dec 30, 2014 23:07:39 GMT -5
this ain't over , love in the middle of a firefight Amos nearly forgot that this was his day off of work. Good for him, he supposed. If he had the day to work, he probably wouldn't have gone out and undoubtedly not have met this man. A grin crept onto his features as the man got up and got dressed. Amos shamelessly watched, he couldn't help himself. Every inch of the man was beautiful and Amos wasn't going to forget a moment. He didn't want to. But the words the came out of his mouth made Amos snap back into a sense of reality. He nodded. "Yes," he breathed, standing up, adjusting his sleeve. Wondering how dark the lights were, or if the man saw the dark mark on his arm. Hopefully not, it would kill the whole mystery thing, that both were hanging onto so desperately.
He wondered if he'd get called into day. He wasn't exactly somewhere that owls would reach him. So as Amos glanced at the window, he buttoned his sleeves so there was no hope of the dark mark slipping out.
But as he got up and moved towards the door, Amos stopped it from opening. "One last thing." he said, eyes tracing over his lips momentarily before stepping forward and kissing him tenderly. He pulled away just as quickly but short as it was, Amos felt it lingering on his lips. "Ready." A mischievous smirk appeared on his lips. Amos opened the door with a flourish, holding it open for the man with the beautiful eyes and exquisite soul.
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Post by ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER on Dec 30, 2014 23:34:48 GMT -5
“One last thing,” he said.
Before he could respond, the man’s lips met his. It was short, a peck, almost, too quick for Albus to really respond. It caught him by surprise, but there it was again. The spark, the electricity that pulsed through his body as their lips touched.
But just as quickly as it’d happened, it ended. Leaving Albus smiling back at the man and walking through the door he’d held out open for him. He wasn’t sure what that meant—what all of this meant, actually. All the good things in his life were gone, long gone, replaced with only temporary happiness. Last night was a good night, the moment they had just now was a good moment. But those were just moments, seconds and hours out of a long, long period of time that is life. And Albus was reluctant—so reluctant to make anything out of this. Because everything he had was gone. And he functioned well enough alone, honestly.
As they walked down the hall, it was like a sense of reality had hit him again. Everything that was magical and good was left behind in that room, and Albus realized that outside the doors in the lobby, they’ll be strangers again. That meant that outside those doors, he was on the run again. And he still had to decide where to go for the day, where to stay…
He returned his attention to the man. God, he was beautiful. Intelligent, excellent to talk to… and beautiful. There was so many things he wanted to know about him though, outside of his intelligent views. He wanted to know his name. Whether or not he attended Hogwarts, what house he was in if he attended, what he did for a living. But that wasn’t part of the deal, he supposed. And it would be safer for him if he stayed anonymous.
But Albus couldn’t help it. So he offered something about himself. “I used to live on coffee. Late night a—“ the words auror training almost slipped out. Damn. “—studying for exams.” he finished. Let out a quick sigh. It was an insignificant, almost stupid fact about himself, actually. But he wanted to hear the man’s response. He wanted to hear his voice for as long as he could before they had to go separate ways.
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Post by AMOS DIMITRI LESTRANGE on Dec 30, 2014 23:47:36 GMT -5
this ain't over , love in the middle of a firefight There was something severely underestimated about the wizarding world the past few years. Amos was distinctly aware of the casualties of both sides when the war began. But now that it ended and the death eaters won, people tend to forget that the darker side lost members of families as well. And while they may not appear to care like that of the 'light', they certainly did. But they were told not to, raised not to. Caring was a weakness and so was loss. So if you have everything and don't care if some things go, then you cannot be touched. Because there will always be something to fill that slot. It was lonely and it was a dark way of living, but it was the one that Amos was so comfortable living.
Until today. Or, rather, yesterday. Getting close to someone like this was irresponsible but the always in control Amos Lestrange hardly saw it coming and then it was far too gone to bring back.
So stepping out into the hallway was rough. He didn't want to go, but did because it meant more time with the man. Running a hand through his curls, Amos took the lead, walking down the corridor. He had to admit, there was something charming about this awful motel. But getting settled and putting a cup of coffee in his hand, Amos looked back to the man. There was something there. There had to be, he wasn't someone to imagine these things, always logical, always right. Amos' eyes bordered on scrutiny as he looked at the face, trying to read it. As though his name was written on the lines of his face. He looked back at the cup after the man spoke again, "Coffee. I've never actually touched it before now." He admitted, eyeing the dark liquid and the apparent sugar and creme that was to go in it. "More of a tea person." He admitted, then with a small smile glanced at him, "Or whiskey."
But as he pushed the cup of mysterious despair away, Amos turned to the boy again. "Did you enjoy school? I always found my studies were over before dinner everyday. Friends called me a nutter for it." Nobody would Amos tell about that. Nobody, but somehow it came out around this man. It was incredible. But he found his mind wander again, wondering if the man was from hogwarts or durmstrang, like him. Or was it silly to want to ask.
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Post by ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER on Dec 31, 2014 0:13:43 GMT -5
Albus had always been taught that the good side would win. Until that bad side lost, that is. His father was Harry Potter, who defeated Voldemort, who in the end, lost anyways. It seemed that his life had lost some purpose after his parents passed away, and then as cousins, aunts, uncles, and family friends started dying or being tortured, he started losing some of the faith he had in that the good side will always prevail. Adults say that to comfort kids.
The other man didn’t catch what he was about to say. But Albus knew he had to be more careful. He’d always been a very open person. Stuck in books, sure, but carefree, all too happy to tell others about himself and meet new people. Since the war, he had to be more on guard, and even though it’s been two years, that still wasn’t something he was very used to. After all, he had few encounters with strangers that lasted more than a few minutes. The people he talked to nowadays consisted of his siblings and the rest of the extended family.
Albus put his usual amount of sugar and creme in his coffee before taking a sip and settling down in a chair across from the other man. The warm liquid down his throat made him feel slightly himself again; not the love struck, conflicted version of himself from moments ago. He looked up to see the man staring at him intensely, and of course, that feeling was gone again, and color crept up his cheeks.
"Coffee. I've never actually touched it before now. More of a tea person. Or whiskey.”
Albus chuckled as he watched the other man push his coffee away. He put in some sugar and creme for him, and pushed it back in his direction. “Well, try it,” he said, “I don’t think you’ll like it if you drink it black.”
“Did you enjoy school? I always found my studies were over before dinner everyday. Friends called me a nutter for it.”
School. Was that only two years ago? Albus thought back to the days of late night studying, parties with his mates, getting detention, sneaking out past curfew. Those were the days when he didn’t need to worry about where he was, where he was going, or anyone knowing who he was. “Nothing wrong with that,” Albus said. “Being at school was…” he searched for the right words. “…simpler.” Yes. Simpler. “So yes, I enjoyed it. Though my studying took place after midnight, usually,” he grinned.
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Post by AMOS DIMITRI LESTRANGE on Dec 31, 2014 0:27:44 GMT -5
this ain't over , love in the middle of a firefight The coffee was... fine. He supposed. Bitter, but he was used to bitter. Just a different taste entirely. Amos was certain he'd never drink the substance outside of the man's company but for the moment he humored him. "Interesting." he said, though couldnt' help but make a face. They agreed and disagreed on things all night, he knew that disliking coffee would not be a slight against the man. "It was certainly an experience." That was the truth. An experience, like the night was. But that was something Amos would never say.
Listening to the Man's words he tilted his head slightly, "simple." He mused the word, curious if that was the word he would use to describe it. Probably not. But Amos never thought anything was simple. There were shades of gray up the wazoo, and he was always careful to make them less so, find the logical reasoning behind everything. But many times that made thigns cloudier and cloudier. For example, sitting here, considering drinking coffee with someone he normally wouldn't could be simple, if he wanted it to be. However, the more he thought about it, the worse things got. He was a lestrange. Muggle, wizard, whoever this person was, it was so wrong for him to do what he did. But it was also right, it allowed him the feelings to look over the wrong. Muggleborns fleed from him, Potters hid from him, and Muggles didn't last long enough to react. Did this cruelty get a say in who was sitting in front of him? Amos wasn't sure how he'd react if the man was anything less than pureblood. But that was what was beneficial of never knowing, he wouldn't be forced to make such a difficult choice.
Amos watched him slightly curiously, "School was stationary for me. My family... expected things and I fulfilled them, got a good job and now I'm here. And however decisions waver of what I should have chosen, School was entirely black and white. It was do well or do poorly." He explained, almost speaking before thinking which wasn't his style in the slightest. His eyes glazed over as he looked into his coffee. A bit jittery from the coffee sip he took earlier in an attempt to like it.
But as he looked back up to the eyes that haunted his waking hours and sleeping ones, Amos uttered something he didn't think he ever would. "Under different circumstances, I would've liked to see you again." He said, running a fingertip over the ridge of the cup. There it was , the easy small talk, the tiptoeing around the line of what to say and what not to, Amos crossed it. He looked down again, letting out a sigh before taking another sip, still unsure of the flavor.
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Post by ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER on Dec 31, 2014 1:25:17 GMT -5
Albus wasn’t expecting the other man to like the coffee, not at all. He was just… being casual. Making conversation. Trying to get past the awkwardness. Spending the last few moments that they had together. That was all.
It wasn’t that life at school was simpler. It was just that he was ignorant. He’d been focused on school, his friends, his family… it’d never really occurred to him everything could be complicated. Or that death eaters would be running the world. Albus nodded as the other man described his own school life. It sounded… disciplined. A world apart from his own carefree schooling. Had Harry and Ginny ever expected anything of him? Not really, unless you counted the an-owl-a-week expectation. They hardly checked up on him and his grades.
Albus wondered what his life was like. There was just… sadness in almost everybody’s eyes now. Either sadness or hatred. He didn’t know if he was correct in his judgement, but… the other man looked sad. Maybe ran out of options in his life. Maybe on the run, like him. He had no idea. Albus took another sip of his coffee. About twenty-minutes from now, the coffee would kick in his body would finally swing into gear. He usually felt groggy before coffee, but today, with this man sitting in front of him, he felt compelled to hold on to his every word.
“Under different circumstances, I would've liked to see you again.”
Albus blinked, and looked back up into his eyes. Those words… softly uttered, almost carelessly, without thinking. He half-believed that he imagined it. But there was a sigh that escaped the man’s mouth, a wistful look. He’d said it, Albus was sure. With those words, any hope that he had of seeing him again was crushed. He’d hoped to get a name, maybe. Everything about this encounter was unlike anything else, ever. He was hoping maybe he would rethink about not giving names. But with those words, his guesses were also confirmed: the man felt the same way about him. It was bittersweet.
He didn’t know what exactly he was hoping for, though. He knew the man’s response was the only logical, the only safe, option for him. For them both, perhaps. Al remained quiet, formulating a response in his head. His words had rendered him speechless, and what exactly does a person say to something that made his heart swell yet break into a million pieces at the same time?
So he took another sip of his coffee instead, and settled on a couple words of his own. “Aye. Perhaps…” another time, he wanted to say. “…things happen for a reason.” he smiled. Warm with just a hint of nonchalance, hoping that the man wouldn’t see through his expressions. With his words, he almost convinced himself too. Things happen for a reason… and the circumstances just meant that their paths would never cross again.
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Post by AMOS DIMITRI LESTRANGE on Dec 31, 2014 1:42:29 GMT -5
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Amos knew when he spoke those words, he put himself in a vulnerable position. A place he very rarely found himself, even when he was a precocious child, he still couldn't help himself but be on top of every situation. It was his life, he was right, he was the good child, the one who did things correctly and was never punished. Which was why when he started to realize his difference around his second year of schooling, Amos was careful to keep it quiet.
"Besides," he murmured, scratching his brow with a thumb voice holding secrets that they both weren't sharing, "It seems we both have things to hide." When he spoke this, which could seem like a threat to some, was a mention of lightheartedness for Amos. He considered it somewhat amusing that the only thing keeping themselves away from eachother was eachother. Amos smirked slightly, "But you are correct. Everything happens for a reason, including meeting you. " It was funny how interesting it was that the statement could go either way. Everything happens for a reason where they would undoubtedly never see each other again, but also that they met. Amos knew any doubts he had about marrying some woman (who? he didn't know yet) was now primarily because of the man sitting ahead of him.
"And I'm glad that's the case." Amos added again, unsure if that was a good place to leave them. Quietly accepting their fates before things got worse. Besides, Am knew that even if they did risk their names, their jobs, their histories and families, there was a very slim chance that the man would even want to contact Amos again. He's done things he rather not relive, thats that the kind heart that sat before him could not fathom. They were so perfectly right for eachother, yet every variable wanted to keep them apart.
Now the only barrier in his way from giving the man a proper goodbye was the crowded room. Amos placed a tip on the table for the clean up and left the coffee, finding his stomach a bit too upset to finish the bitter liquid. "Until next time?" He said, finding it the only suitable goodbye for this situation. Because he didn't want to leave, and yet every fiber in his being was telling him to go.
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Post by ALBUS SEVERUS POTTER on Dec 31, 2014 9:40:30 GMT -5
“But you are correct. Everything happens for a reason, including meeting you. And I'm glad that's the case.”
Albus just nodded, though numerous thoughts were running through his mind. The ‘What if’s, the hope that they had met under different circumstances. Though all he had was a sinking feeling in his stomach, he had to agree with the man. He was glad he’d met him. Even if it was only temporary. Al sensed that their conversation was drawing to an end.
“Until next time,” he echoed. There was a note of finality to it, even if the three words left everything up to fate. He let the other man leave; walk out the door of the small motel, fighting the urge to call him back or go after him, forcing himself to believe that this was, after all, for the best. Al turned around in his seat to catch one light sight of the man; not of his face but of the back of his head, memorizing the way that he walked, the way that he looked.
Al sat there for a few more minutes, to finish his coffee, and to make sure the man was long gone before he himself started on his way out of the motel. It was just a one night stand, he told himself.
But still, it was so much more.
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