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[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

[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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Re: DONE

[iownthehallows.livejournal.com]

[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

[lifeandliesof.livejournal.com]

[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]

[iownthehallows.livejournal.com]

[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.]