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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: (just between us two)

[personal profile] periit 2020-07-19 02:41 pm (UTC)(link)
It does seem enjoyable, [ Is the audible thought in passing as he sets down the kindling and begins placing the stones around it. Not that Percival is suddenly disenchanted with his own life, no, but there was something to be said about the complexity of it all. ]

I’ll have to think on what to share, [ He sighs, not out of frustration but unsureness. There was undoubtedly oceans of difference between their worlds and Percival suddenly couldn’t think of an interesting thing to bring up. Well, actually— ] People sometimes can’t see past their homely comforts. Our trek hasn’t been disagreeable, and I find myself rather comfortable in your company. [ Most didn’t seem to know how to adapt, it seemed. ]

What would I— [ But when he turns to look at Newt the fae is gone and he has little desire to leave this spot and get lost in these woods, nor to shout across the threshold their future plans and bring unwanted attention. The ways of this magic aren’t known to him, after all.

In the meantime he finishes building the fire to a decent size and waits for Newt to return, pausing the whittling of sticks to give a small smile at the things the other has foraged.
] What is this something I would have to do to see your cottage and its garden?
periit: (too much to think tonight)

[personal profile] periit 2020-09-14 11:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ This was not Percival’s first time into the woods, if only evident by his pack. Most of it was still tucked away, but he had pulled some small rations from it and now with the sticks he had sharpened finished, it was time to cook. The thought hadn’t dared cross his mind to take the things Newt had collected, despite there being two leaves. Still, he’ll be courteous and offer Newt some food once it’s done.

A chuckle tumbles out of him at being told Newt would like to keep him.
] That’s twice now you’ve said such a thing. [ Was it a sort of jinx, some sort of affirmation where you say it three times and it happens? Not trying to be accusatory, Percival follows it with a tease of: ] And here I thought I was too boring to be kept, let alone as someone’s first.

[ A joke? A bad joke. Be quiet, Percival. Thankfully Newt goes on and names his terms for later visits. Did he hear him right? ] Pastries, [ Percival echoes, as if he hadn’t heard what Newt asked for twice and why he liked them. ] Very well, [ He did, clearly, but it was a surprise all the same. I will bring you pastries. They were cheaper than gems and jewels at the very least. ]

Might I ask how you came by these treats? Do you go into town? [ There had been stories of tricksters coming to town and bringing a little chaos with them as they hopped around neighborhoods, but he thought the fae only stuck to the woods anymore. ]