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Newt Scamander ([personal profile] newtralize) wrote2019-03-08 10:26 pm

The End Of Love



We were reaching in the dark
That summer in New York
And it was so far to fall
But it didn't hurt at all
And let it wash away, wash away
periit: (you are not the one you say you are **)

[personal profile] periit 2020-07-19 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Something akin to regret swells in him after he sends the message—an anxious worry, even. Possibly the effects of the wine vaporing away with the realization of his action. An anonymous hookup! Who was he? This, and many more why’s fly around Percival’s head as he lets his phone clatter on the coffee table before he leans back on the couch.

At least until his phone sounds off in notification. Butterflies swarm in his stomach before a knot quiets them down. Hands drag off his face, lingering over his mouth for a few moments before one reaches over to grab his phone again. It could be a rejection, He thinks. It had been a rather sudden prompting to meet, but the posting had been specific enough he thought it only for tonight.

But seeing that it isn’t a rejection makes the skin along his arms and up to his neck prickle.
]

A relief to hear. I live nearby, yes. I’ll make sure to grab one and be there shortly.

[ He starts gathering his things to leave but pauses a moment when he has a thought. With a jacket over his arm, halfway out the door, he messages the other again. ]

Were you looking to receive as well? I only ask because unfortunately my technique hasn’t had much practice.

[ Honest communication is healthy, strangers or not. ]
periit: (** read walt whitman poems)

[personal profile] periit 2020-09-14 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ That this man doesn’t tease him for his lack of experience is a relief, lets his nagging worry about this meeting drift away. At least until Percival gets to the university. If the trip over hadn’t been sobering then each step closer to the bathroom certainly was.

Clothes had been the last thing on his mind when he left and thankfully he had the habit of changing when he got home from class, since all his mind could concentrate on was what was about to happen. It was… exciting? Quite the foreign concept.

Second to last, he thinks to himself. And—

Eyes linger on the door of the occupied stall as he steps in to the one beside it. Somehow the click of the lock sounds louder now, though not nearly as much as his knock does. Once, then twice.
]