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Lysander "Sandy" Scamander (sandyscamander) wrote in lockewood,
@ 2011-02-26 22:12:00

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gellert grindelwald, lysander scamander

Who Lysander Scamander and Gellert Grindelwald
What ....um, stuff?
When Sunday
Where Lysander's home.
Status/Rating Incomplete // PG? Higher? Maybe?

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high, and life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving

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"Good of you to come! I've tried to be pre-emptive, and put the kettle on for tea. I hope that suits you." Lysander said, clasping his hands in front of himself almost girlishly after he opened the door for his friend. Scamander had finally become honest, as least in part. The arrival of his brother and his frustrations with Fenrir Greyback had more then revealed the fact that he was Luna's son. He didn't mind it so much, he was just far less involved with Lockewood on mass. He chose the people he interacted with, and he didn't care for the rest of them, unless he could use them as a way to show off his own intelligence.

Gellert was like no one else. Gellert was unique, he was one of history's greatest monsters, and one of it's most fascinating men, and the idea that he was here in Lysander's living room for afternoon tea just left Scamander so bloody amused!

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sandyscamander
2011-02-28 04:42 am UTC (link)

"You're too kind." Lysander chuckled at his own joke. He sincerely doubted that Grindelwald found the intensity of bergamot oil to be at all enthralling, but he appreciated that the man humoured him, all the same. "Would you like to have a seat here? We're alone, but we could move upstairs to my room if you'd prefer it."

It was a simple enough offer, and one Lysander only made because he didn't like being in the rest of the cottage. It never felt like it was his space, but rather that he was existing in someone else's and thus would tend to retreat to the one place that he could call his own. In his bedroom, he knew where everything was and did not have to waste the time thinking about where things had been placed or misplaced. It wasn't that this roommate was messy by any means, it was simply that he lived there, he did things one does when they live in a space and this alone would just...disrupt Lysander's memory; his order.

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hallowedsummer
2011-03-02 03:38 am UTC (link)

Gellert could not help but take Lysander's suggestion in a certain kind of light. It was what he was accustomed to, after all. People wanting him. People not being incredibly subtle about wanting him. He really had never pegged Lysander for an invert (for anything of any kind, actually), but he supposed his instincts were not necessarily infallible.

"Your room, I should think," Gellert said, pushing off the wall. He did not even have to gesture with his hand for the tea tray to levitate into the air, ready to follow them upstairs when they went. "Besides, you never know when your roommate might decide to return."

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sandyscamander
2011-03-02 03:51 am UTC (link)

Lysander lead the way to his bedroom a room that, really, looked like it had no occupant at all. It was meticulously clean and quite sparse with the exception of a pile of books stacked neatly on the beside table.

Poetry books. Browning, Shakespeare, Pope, and one left open and turned upside down on top of the others: William Blake. Wordlessly and wandlessly he took over the command of the tea tray and set it down atop his dresser before turning to Gellert and giving him a smile that did not quite reach his eyes.

"I have a very peculiar flatmate and he has an even more peculiar wife. I speak with neither of them much, if I can avoid it. Please, have a seat anywhere that you like."

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hallowedsummer
2011-03-02 01:33 pm UTC (link)

Well, when Lysander put it like that ....

Gellert sat down on the bed, immediately making himself comfortable and leaning back against the pillows, legs crossed at the ankles and an arm folded behind his head. "You think most people are peculiar," Gellert pointed out, "so that you find your flatmate especially so does not guarantee his strangeness."

Though really, even if he did not say so aloud, Gellert was rather inclined to trust Lysander's perception of others. As long as he kept in mind the curious manner in which Lysander's mind worked, they generally tended to form the same impressions of people. With a glance, the tea kettle lifted up to pour two cups of tea, one cup floating over to each man.

"Had any interesting dreams, lately?" Gellert asked, idly stirring a single cube of sugar into his tea.

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sandyscamander
2011-03-06 08:22 am UTC (link)

"I don't think they're peculiar, Gellert, I think they're idiots."

Lysander chose the floor, sitting so that his head was mere inches from Grindelwald's knee. He ran a hand through his generally messy hair and tilted his head back to rest on the mattress. He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes narrowing just slightly.

"Yes, actually. Finally." He said after a moment of silence and lifted his head again. "It appears that--you see, I have a twin brother, and he's arrived here in Lockewood. I could not dream at all in his absence. That didn't mean I couldn't interfere with other's apparently, but now that he's returned...I can dream. I still haven't quite sorted what that means."

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hallowedsummer
2011-03-06 03:26 pm UTC (link)

Gellert could not find much basis to argue with Lysander on that. Especially not when he was inclined to agree. So he simply lifted a single shoulder in a bit of a half-shrug and addressed Lysander's next statement.

"I'm sure you could find a psychoanalyst somewhere who would tell you it has something to do with codependency and parental neglect," he said. He resisted the impulse to drag his fingers through Lysander's hair, to take a fistful of it and pull just to see what would happen. "I, on the other hand, will tell you that perhaps it simply means that, having been thrown into an unfamiliar situation, you now have something familiar with which to ground yourself. Being out of your depth may have temporarily suffocated your subconscious. You are the only one here from your time, after all."

Though really, Gellert thought codependency could easily have something to do with it, as well. He'd never met Lysander's brother, but his presence or absence certainly affected Lysander deeply. Something to observe, perhaps.

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	sandyscamander 2011-03-07 01:32 am UTC (link)
	"You're right, insofar that I believe that Lorcan grounds me, but wrong in thinking that he does so by being familiar." Lysander reached his hand up and brushed his long fingers across Gellert's knee. It was meant to distract him away from the subject of Lorcan. "Have you been paying much attention to the werewolf in your charge, Mr. Grindelwald?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

hallowedsummer
2011-03-07 06:53 am UTC (link)

Lysander's effort was fully successful; Gellert's thoughts faltered, temporarily derailed by the sensation of Lysander's hand trailing along his leg. And moments later he could not escape the sense that he had wanted to ask something more, about Lysander's brother -- but he could not for the life of him remember what it was. Later, then. When he remembered, as he surely would, he would ask. Later.

"Greyback?" Gellert said -- and he couldn't help it if his tone sounded a little absent, a little distracted even from this subject. "I pay as much attention to him as my salary dictates. Beyond that, I think he's a primitive brute. I've tried to put him to some use, with limited success." It had worked for a time, before Gellert himself was incarcerated: he'd been able to lock Greyback away on the fulls in the exchange using bribery, thus securing his position in Lockewood as the sole person who could control the feared werewolf. But after Gellert himself was imprisoned, their arrangement had fallen apart.

"Why?"

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sandyscamander
2011-03-07 02:34 pm UTC (link)

Scamander set his tea aside and got up to sit on the bed beside the younger man, he watched him carefully. Half like a cat may watch a distant mouse, and half in a way that might suggest reverence.

"Because I went to see him the other day. You may not have noticed I was there. You weren't meant to. He left me very, very upset for speaking about my mother in an entirely too crude fashion, and so I had to teach him not to do that."

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