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[Gellert]

[okay, he was going to avoid you until he figured things out in his head, but FUCK THAT there's no power and dinos are running loose. he sounds a teeensy bit frantic]

Are you safe? Are you unhurt?

[he's made his way from the museum to the visitor's centre, trying to see if there's anything/anyone he can help with]

Is everyone here alright...?

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...Albus? [is in the visitor's center also, smart girl]

Triela! [relief in his voice as the walks over]

Are you alright?

Yes, I'm all right. I came to the visitor's center as soon as I could, once I heard the power was down.

The best plan of action so far. Some people are organising to try to get the power back. In the mean time, we should try to make ourselves as secure as possible. If the dinosaurs could attack those poor people on the drive, they could just as well come here.

[feels so naked without his wand :| but is trying not to let it get to him. nothing to do about it, after all]

You're right. Strength in numbers. I've never had to fight against creatures like these before, but I'll do my best.

[wishes she had her guns with her D:]

[a nod, then--]

You have combat experience?

[badass little girls wouldn't be the weirdest thing he's seen, and besides, Triela seems very capable]

Yes, sir, I was trained in martial arts as well as handling firearms and blades.

[a little smile at the 'sir'; he'll remind her later she doesn't need to call him that]

Very diverse, for a girl of your age. But handy, no doubt. [looks around] If only we could find something to arm ourselves with.

Surely a place with such dangerous animals would keep weapons somewhere. It would be foolish not to.

[Small pause as he sounds like he's rummaging for something before stilling hearing Albus' voice and unsure how to react.]

I was about to search for you...are you well?

[small breath of relief]

I... I am. I'm currently in the visitor's centre. ...You?

The kitchen...

[Murmurs quietly standing still for a moment before rummaging again]

I didn't want to be defenceless so I was looking for a knife.

[clears his throat]

I echo your sentiment.

I'll... be there in a moment.

[Small silence as he pulls a knife out of the door looking at the blade with a soft frown, his reflection looking back at him pale and drawn and tired from an unruly night.]

Oh...very well

[voice strained but quiet]

[slkfsjdslkjds isn't... there in a moment, it takes him more like ten minutes, because he's so hesitant and ugggh. but he gets there eventually, striding into the kitchen]

[Gellert looks up frowm where he's now sat, the knife lay in front of him as he picked at the hilt, the stainless steel counter reflecting the harsh flourescent light back over them]

You've been avoiding me

[murmurs]

[glances from the knife ot Gellert, assembling his face into an expression of calm]

I could say the same of you.

[Gellert couldn't take looking at him anymore and looks back at the knife.]

I was hoping it...

[trails off his shoulders slumping]

Is it quick do you suppose?

[he's hurting so much, especially to see proud, smiling Gellert like this]

I... I don't know. I don't know.

[His hands clench and unclench and he finally closes his eyes.]

Merlin...I wish you said it couldn't be true...why couldn't you just say...

[voice cracks a bit and he shakes his head trying to compose himself]

[genuinely, horribly anguished, here. he steps forward, as if he wants to touch him, but can't]

I wish it's weren't true Gellert, believe me, I wish with all mysoul! You can't even believe that I would want to-- [he chokes on his words, and looks down at his feet, trying to compose himself]

In the future... what happens to us, Gellert? [said in a whisper] What happens to us?

[He takes in a ragged breath and then looks away from him, his fingers digging into the table as he spoke.]

There was a fight...and your sister died...no one knows who fired the fatal curse...and I never did Priori Incantem to find out...instead I ran.

I continued to search for the wand and I hoped...I wished you would follow.

Until that point you agreed with me on everything...our plans were perfection itself...after her death I never saw you again and so it has been for 2 years...and so I imagine it will be until my defeat.

I thought this time...if you were unaware...if...then perhaps you would choose me...

Her death...turned you against me.

[finally lifts his head to look at him, daring to look into his eyes anticipating the hate he had been avoiding for so long]

[first, there is disbelief]

[then, a dull sort of unattached surprise]

[then outright shock. what Gellert is saying to him means that so many of the things he's said to him have all been lies.

the sister he's never known... dead.

their plans... fallen apart.

their friendship, their everything... over with.

he stares at him]

[and then he slowly starts to back away, looking horribly defeated and confused]

[Gellert swallows a little watching him walk away before looking back at the table utterly unable to watch him walk away but the very idea of two more seconds or minutes let alone years without him so deeply abhorrent that it choked the blond on his own bile. A hand pressed against his chest, he spoke up. His eyes trained on the table.]

Know that I loved you Albus...that I still...

[He frowned wondering if he had a right to those words at all anymore, but then not caring. Should this be his last conversation and he be damned...then let him be damned for it all.]

love you

[is actually really close to tears right now. he looks at the hand on his chest, trembling a little , and then back up into Gellert's eyes. those are the words he wants to hear the most right now, but when compounded with all he's heard just now, it just hurts, hurts really really bad]

I lo--

[but he never finishes it; he turns on his heel and walks out]

[Gellert hears rather than sees him walk out and drops his head in his hands. A strangled devastated moan escapes his lips and he slides off his chair stumbling out of the back door.
The steel slams behind him. His stomach contents now liberally decorating the side of the bins, putrifying in the hot air, the bile overwhelming him. He bites on his arm to mask the wounded cries, more animal than man, his body sinking down to the earth, his back against the brick wall. Hidden by the bins and the rough unforgiving stone.]

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