GRINDELDORE ~ Of love and other demons

In your hands

{Year 1899; Godric's Hollow; Albus and Gellert POV}

The struggle against desire is difficult, because what it wants buys it at the price of the soul.

(Heraclitus)

~ In your hands ~

"All of my dreams have flown away
all of my ambition with the wind –
now you're here.
I never thought I would be satisfied
with anything I had,
now I'm not so sure.
I waited so long for you
now you're here I don't know what to do
with you."

Prompt: hands on the skin (Gellert POV)

_ Contemplation

Albus finally leaves his home.

In the shelter of a discreet tent, you observe him, holding your breath, while he calmly and attentively devotes himself to his daily duties. Enchanted, you contemplate the tawny reverberation of his hair, the virile line of the neck, and you are seduced by the exact movements of his hands – elegant, strong hands, which they seem to know no effort, or uncertainty, in offering help to his little sister.

And you imagine those hands sliding, slow, over every single piece of skin on your body, in your hair, on your back, along your hips, between your thighs, gentle, like the taste of a tear, bold and safe, bewitching. Yours.

You want him.

God, how much you want him.

Prompt: hands that are sought without ever touching (Albus POV)

_ Demons

How are his hands?

You ask yourself that every day, by now.

Would you feel them cold on yours – they are white petals stolen from the snows of the North – or would they mark you with the heat of the fire, similar to the flames that invade the belly when you drown your eyes in his?

You shouldn't allow him to look at you like that, with those ambiguous and transparent eyes, which ignite nerves that you didn't even think you had, and fill your fingers with lust, desire, and mad torment.

Gellert and his hands  – his damned hands – challenge you, they tempt you, they seek you, without ever giving in, and invite all your demons to dance.

You want him.

You want him and, for God, you will do anything just to have him.

Prompt: fingers on the lips (Gellert POV)

_ Night song