Gellert Grindelwald (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} diemrationis) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} sapientiae_rpg,@ 2008-01-17 03:14:00 |
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Last of the Mohicans! Uh. Chibis?
WHO: Gellert and Peter.
WHERE: Peter's house, where Gellert had a sleepover.
WHEN: Thursday morning.
WHAT: Gellert wakes up and he's not a kid anymore. Peter's disappointed.
COMPLETE: Not yet!
Gellert turned over in his sleep and yawned, an arm above his head to block out the morning sunlight. Strange. Things felt different. He rolled back onto his back. Oh. His shirt was too short and he'd lost his pants during the night time.
...Lost? Gellert didn't remember--
Wait. The last thoughts he remembered thinking had gone at quite a different pace to his current thoughts, and down a different track as well.
Barely half a second later, Gellert Grindelwald, Kaiser of Europe, feared Dark Lord, sat bolt upright dressed only in a too-short nightshirt that was now approximately the size of a belly-shirt, if even that. A few quick spells later and he'd changed it into a towel, knotted around his waist, and padded into the bathroom to take a shower and clean his teeth. He could think while getting clean. Sort his head out like that.
When he emerged, dressed now in a simple black pair of trousers, belted tight over his hips, Gellert had managed to sort out a plan of action in his head. First thing to do, of course, was to have breakfast and thank his host not only for having him over, but also for having rescued him from the castle. It didn't occur to Gellert that perhaps it would be more appropriate to finish getting dressed first. His hair was wet! Who put on a shirt if they had wet hair? The water would just make the shirt wet as well.
Golden curls sticking damply to his cheeks, lengthened by the weight of the water pulling them down, Gellert loped in the direction of the scent of food, sniffing hungrily. Faint scars marred his upper body, a knotted tangle of them over his left hip and a vicious-looking bite on his neck and between his thumb and index finger. Pale blond hairs smoothed over his arms, too light to be properly visible, and when Gellert saw Peter, he flashed the other boy a brilliant smile as bright as sunshine reflected off snow. "Morning, Peter."
WHO: Gellert and Peter.
WHERE: Peter's house, where Gellert had a sleepover.
WHEN: Thursday morning.
WHAT: Gellert wakes up and he's not a kid anymore. Peter's disappointed.
COMPLETE: Not yet!
Gellert turned over in his sleep and yawned, an arm above his head to block out the morning sunlight. Strange. Things felt different. He rolled back onto his back. Oh. His shirt was too short and he'd lost his pants during the night time.
...Lost? Gellert didn't remember--
Wait. The last thoughts he remembered thinking had gone at quite a different pace to his current thoughts, and down a different track as well.
Barely half a second later, Gellert Grindelwald, Kaiser of Europe, feared Dark Lord, sat bolt upright dressed only in a too-short nightshirt that was now approximately the size of a belly-shirt, if even that. A few quick spells later and he'd changed it into a towel, knotted around his waist, and padded into the bathroom to take a shower and clean his teeth. He could think while getting clean. Sort his head out like that.
When he emerged, dressed now in a simple black pair of trousers, belted tight over his hips, Gellert had managed to sort out a plan of action in his head. First thing to do, of course, was to have breakfast and thank his host not only for having him over, but also for having rescued him from the castle. It didn't occur to Gellert that perhaps it would be more appropriate to finish getting dressed first. His hair was wet! Who put on a shirt if they had wet hair? The water would just make the shirt wet as well.
Golden curls sticking damply to his cheeks, lengthened by the weight of the water pulling them down, Gellert loped in the direction of the scent of food, sniffing hungrily. Faint scars marred his upper body, a knotted tangle of them over his left hip and a vicious-looking bite on his neck and between his thumb and index finger. Pale blond hairs smoothed over his arms, too light to be properly visible, and when Gellert saw Peter, he flashed the other boy a brilliant smile as bright as sunshine reflected off snow. "Morning, Peter."