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[While Genessia has more than its share of benevolent dragons, leave it to Gellert to find a truly vicious one. The crack of what sounds like a whip accompanies the bellowing roars of the beast well. Gellert might look like a hero, silhouetted as he is by the dragon's flame, and he certainly seems unfazed by all the fuss.

But then he laughs and the sound is unnerving.]

Now, now, is that necessary? I just need a little blood. You won't miss a vial or two.

[He brings out the Elder Wand and he raises it, slashing it viciously through the air and...

Through the dragon's hide. Any blood spilt is drawn, with another quick spell, into a waiting flask. Of course the dragon doesn't like that at all. Gellert Apparates, bringing his audience along on a dizzying ride over the treetops, with the dragon in hot pursuit.

He shifts towards the mountains, where the cold air leaves frost on his audience's view. Then the communicator turns and Gellert is grinning wildly, madly, diving down into what looks like a mountain cavern.]

Wasn't that exciting? [With his feet on the ground, he ducks into the cave and brings out the spoils of his battle.] It is so very hard to acquire dragon blood.

[There follows an audible thump and he looks up.]

Poor thing. They want to bury me in here, is that it?

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I don't. But do not put me in a position to have to test it.

[He shuts his eyes for a moment, palming Gellert's face, savoring the warmth of him.]

I'm just so very glad you're here.

[Here in Genessia, here alive, here with him.]

[Gellert nuzzles the hands, covering them with his own. A dangerous flush of warmth rises within him and he can't help gasping softly.]

You mean that.

Of course I mean it.

[He opens his eyes to look at Gellert with a look that's both pained and affectionate at once.]

Do you truly think I would fare well if I were to lose you?

[He shakes his head and licks his lips, giving Albus a slow, sweet smile.]

No. I wouldn't put you through that intentionally. I think I would rather lose an arm or a leg, frankly.

Good. I would prefer you lose nothing. But I wish to keep you more than that.

[As he says it, his hands stroke Gellert's face, as if reminding himself of his presence.]

Ah my Albus has become obsessive! [He is so proud. Gellert pulls him into his arms and nuzzles their foreheads together.]

I suppose I am.

[He smiles slightly, but his melancholy is not erased. He leans in closer, letting himself be tugged closer, his forehead pressed to Gellert as his arms wrap all the more tightly around him.

When he'd first seen Gellert in the city, he'd been afraid he would immediately topple head-first into the same blind adoration he'd gone through when they were young. And yet he truly was ensnared all over again, wasn't he?]

[He can sense the weight that lies between them; that rests squarely on Albus's shoulders in particular. Gellert wants to be rid of it, but he doesn't know how.]

Tell me why you're sad? [Besides him being a rash fool. That isn't exactly new and, for a moment, he fears he has been making Albus sad for years.]

[His smile remains melancholy as he glances down at Gellert, palming his face as he looks down at him with wary eyes.]

I fear losing you. I fear that losing you is inevitable even if we change what we can. And I fear that I will watch you suffer because of me, even if I do everything in my power to change our course.

[He smiles slowly, turning his head to kiss Albus's thumb.]

You expect too much of yourself - as usual. If we are parted because of my cruelty and my idiocy, that is my doing. Do not suffer with me. Leave that pain with me and live your life to the fullest.

[He appreciates the kiss, but his expression does not soften or settle.]

You say that as it were so easy.

Even before this place, I feared it. There were many days I was afraid to look at the newspaper because I thought I might see a headline announcing your death.

[Something deep within him aches and he shifts uncomfortably at the sensation. Color leaves his face and he feels cold.]

I'm used to looking out for myself; I can block the world from my mind and from my emotions if I wish. Or, at least, I could before I met you. Now I don't like the idea of you feeling fear because of me.

[He wears a sad smile at that, reaching to trace his fingers over Gellert's face, watching as he grows more solemn.]

It's the curse of caring. Whenever you feel anything for someone, there is always the possibility of losing them.

But I do not regret caring for you even if that possibility remains.

You say that now... [He strokes his hand down Albus's arm.] How will you feel if you are filled with nothing but regret? The world needs one of us to succeed.

[He catches that hand in his, entwining their fingers.]

Regret is already my faithful companion. I have my share of shames and mistakes. But caring for you is not one of them, nor is it my hindrance.

[The worlds might feel differently, but Gellert relaxes upon hearing those words.]

It almost wouldn't be worthwhile if you regretted being with me. I could selfishly enjoy us being together, but it would ruin what we have.

Our bond would not be the same if only one of us wished for it. Half of its strength comes from being shared.

[He smiles sadly at that, before bringing Gellert's hand up to his mouth, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.]

Even if something were to happen to you, or to me, I could not regret it.

That does make sense. [Gellert shifts closer and slips an arm around Albus's waist.] I wouldn't regret it either. I have memories because of you - sweet memories.

Good. [He feels somewhat more at ease with Gellert's arm around him, their hands clasped, even if the fears running through him are not gone. They won't ever truly go away, not really, not while they both live.]

You are precious to me, Gellert. I don't know that I will ever not fear losing you. Even if we were to split apart once more, I will fear it.

[Their hearts beat in unison, a reminder of their bond, and Gellert watches Albus intently. He can sense the fear and he wants to dispel it, but how?]

Do you have a gilded cage for me? Will you keep me like a bird?

[He wears a melancholy smile at that, shaking his head softly.]

No. In some ways that would be worse than harming you.

[There is the thought then of the other Gellert, the older and crueler one, the one he may one day need to imprison or kill -- but he forces that aside, stamping it down.]

[He gives a small shiver, feeling cold. Instinctively, he reaches out to Albus, brow furrowed.]

I can't be someone I'm not. I am...reckless.

[This is the first time he has wished he wasn't.]

I know. And I am not asking you to become a hermit for my sake.

[He doesn't know what he is asking. He's not sure he meant to ask for anything, really. All he knows is that he will fear harm to Gellert as long as there is the real possibility of it, and he knows that that will hang heavy over him.]

I might end up being one for other reasons, but let's not see to it too prematurely. [He strokes down Albus's arms, trying to give comfort, but he is very ill-equipped.]

[The words settle a heavy weight on his thoughts, and the image of Gellert locked away floats through his mind. He pushes it away, nestling in closer and taking warmth from the presence of Gellert against him, free and living and well.]

Just let me look after you injuries for now.

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