Original Fic:
For Blood and Wine Are Red , by
penknifeRemix: L'Chaim for this Moment [Gellert/Albus, 100 Words, Rated PG] by
verus_janus Reading Catallus. Reading Wilde. Muggles. Just muggles. So many wizards had been just wizards.
Reading each other. Learning each other, for who else was worth reading, worth learning? Yet darkness lay between them. Darkness would force them apart as they lay together, soft hair and young skin, new fingers.
What happened at Durmstrang?
Why do you not want me to meet your sister?
Life. Life happened. Not the life of the mind, of possibility, of potential, of conception and interpretation. Life of staid stolidity. Life of a grimy twisted child. External life. Not life of blood, or life of wine.