Lysander "Sandy" Scamander (sandyscamander) wrote in lockewood, @ 2011-03-10 12:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | gellert grindelwald, lysander scamander |
Who Gellert Grindelwald & Lysander Scamander
What Bewitching the mind and ensnaring the senses ;)
When During the Blizzard
Where The prison, of course!
Status/Rating In Progress / Terribly High!
Slip inside the eye of your mind
Don't you know you might find a better place to play
You said that you'd never been
But all the things that you've seen will slowly fade away
So I start a revolution from my bed
Cos you said the brains I have went to my head.
"I don't care much for him." Lysander said quietly, finally shutting the door that would cut Gellert's office off from the rest of the prison. His movements slow and deliberate, he turned the handle and listened for the lock slide into the wall. He felt good knowing the door was locked and there was something solid between him and those others in their cages. He and the warden had been discussing Fenrir Greyback, the only man (besides Gellert) in Lockewood thus far to manage to get an uncalculated, unplanned response from Scamander. He wouldn't pretend he hadn't come here to visit Grindelwald because he wanted to watch bad things happen to that werewolf, but there would be time for that later. There was time for everything.
Except this trite conversation.
There was a tension between them that seemed to pulse. Just a glance at Grindelwald and Lysander's heart rate impelled. He had never done this before and he was curious what it might feel like; might be like to open himself up and share so intimately a part of himself that he kept so secret. Scamander was not so much a fool to think that he was not taking a large risk in choosing Gellert Grindelwald to be the person in which he confided, but at the same time he knew that there was no one else. All the freedoms and impossibilities of Lockewood mattered little to him; Rita Skeeter mattered nothing because he had just locked himself in a room with Gellert Grindelwald fully aware of the fact that he would not be the same man, once he'd left it.
In his journal he had told his friend to make a choice between mind and body; flesh and soul, and he'd chosen wisely. Lysander believed, though, that Gellert was probably aware of the fact that he didn't have to choose at all. Grindelwald had him so captivated--so ensnared that all he had to do was sink his claws in a bit deeper and Scamander would not be able to resist even the smallest of Gellert's whims. It was strange, but the idea of becoming suddenly powerless felt like serenity.
"I've locked the door." He stood against the door, his shoulders tipping back until they touched the wood, "and unlocked another. I spent the morning breaking down my barriers for you. You don't even see it yet, but I'm feeling quite exposed, quite raw, and I'm sorry as I'm not quite as eloquent as usual."
"There is more than one kind of eloquence," Gellert said. His gaze had not left Lysander's since they entered the office, and if he was honest with himself, it had been difficult to keep the direction of his vision focused on anything else for quite some time.
It had been present for so long now, that swelling desire to pour himself into Lysander's mind. Since before they truly met, even. It was not often (never, a small voice whispered in the back of Gellert's head) that he met someone like himself. Oh, Albus came close enough, but there were still vital, integral differences, differences that Gellert could not quite bring himself to overlook ....
Gellert took the smallest of steps in Lysander's directions -- small not because he wished to avoid intruding on Lysander's space, but because they were already so close that more than the tiniest movement forward would bring their bodies into contact. His wand was already in his hand, though Gellert did not remember doing the magic necessary to draw it from its place of concealment.
Lysander's eyes were pale, almost as pale as Gellert's own. "Are you ready?" he said.
"No." He smiled, reaching out and placing his hand on Gellert's shoulder, resting it there for but a moment before sliding his fingers to rest against the other man's neck, this thumb stroking along the side of Grindelwald's jaw. He knew what to expect, Lysander did, it was his job to slip undetected into other men's minds to watch their dreams and he also knew what it was like to force his way past defences when he wasn't invited in. To strip away the veneer or control a person had over their own thoughts and dig deeper, find the raw, carnal nature of a simple mind. To sense their darkest fears almost emphatically. "But I'm as ready as ever I will be."
Lysander didn't trust Gellert because he knew better than to trust anyone completely. But, shared appreciation for one another and a genuine interest could go a long way, and for the first time in a very long time, Lysander felt like he had something to learn from someone. Grindelwald must have sensed that, at least, and Lysander was sure that Gellert also has some idea as to the steps Scamander was willing to take in the pursuit of knowledge. Or, perhaps Gellert didn't know for certain, Lysander though, perhaps he just hoped or imagined he knew but that was enough. "Be careful with what you might find."