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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Part 2? - [Fill] Alt. Continuation: An Attempt at Turning Tables
(Anonymous) 2016-12-26 06:00 am (UTC)(link)In the end, Percival decided that, risks aside, shifting from constant direct and obvious belligerence to occasional, calculated complacence was the most successful act of 'rebellion' head managed. Even when Grindelwald did believe in the actions sincerity, it still seemed to throw the dark wizard off. If he paired that with his minor success with the Floo Network, then h had a real chance of getting out. Work, or whatever plans Grindelwald had been making lately seemed to be draining him and his attention more and more. If Percival could just keep him off-balance at home as well, over-weary the man in small ways—evidenced by the minute tells that Percival was unfortunately well-acquainted enough to be able to notice… He had a real chance at successfully managing to escape.
Attempting to Floo out himself wouldn't work; he'd attempted sending a larger object—managing to drag one of the more hidden (and hideous) armchairs out of the guest room used solely for storage and sending it to a known major Floo junction near Grand Central Terminal. If it had arrived, it would merely startle workers, and maybe a cursory report would be filed to MACUSA, but Percival knew from experience that such occurrences happened so often with the Floo that it would be lost in the piles of paperwork that Grindelwald was most certainly not doing—not if the few reports he forced upon Percival to fill out were any indication. Not that it had even made it that far, as the chair had scrunched in on himself as soon as he had spoken the location, being magically compressed before imploding, sending wood, stuffing, springs, and fabric scraps everywhere.
Thankfully, most of it was still caught in the fireplace, and burned up, but it had taken nearly two hours for Percival to hunt down and burn the rest of the scraps the No-Maj way, and then some hasty doctoring to hide the shrapnel gash on his arm. The flexing feeling of Grindelwald's wards seemed even more deeply oppressive after the incident, and Percival had to assume that the size-limit on Floo distribution had to have been Grindelwald's doing. Fairly clever, actually, Percival could almost admire the practicality of it had it been any other situation. With nothing but the airmchair covers (and a few suspicious-looking dents in the walls and furnishings) as evidence of the test, Percival decided he might as well get to darning that extra pair of socks.
No matter how tempting it was to add little splinter slivers from the fireplace and the window frames into the socks to harass Grindelwald, Percival had to sternly restrain his impulse. The fact of the matter remained that until Percival managed to escape and capture Grindelwald, he still had to share clothes with the wizard. (After, however, one better believe that Percival would be burning everything, and re-outfit both himself and his apartment with the large funds he had stashed in more secure banking locations than the ones Grindelwald seemed to be aware of. It wasn't like he had been spending his stipend for such things before.) No splinters it was. A damned shame, to be sure.
Percival had been so distracted with his darning that he almost missed the quiet buzz of the wards that let him know Grindelwald was approaching. Thus it was rather hurriedly that Percival took to the entry way, rolling his sleeves up to display the bracelet chain, and tucking the unpleasantly long strands of his hair out of his face as he rushed to the door. Still, he managed it just on time, if slightly more rumpled than usual.
Grindelwald said nothing, as Percival took his coat and brushed it off before hanging it up, only watched him with intent. It made the skin on the back of his neck prickle, and Percival couldn't fully suppress his flinch when Grindelwald reached out towards him. Grindelwald merely tsked, a finger flicking through a lock of his hair—uncut since Grindelwald had first overpowered him by surprise—before waving with an absent hand. At Grindelwald's silent, wandless gesture, the longer hair carefully twisted itself up into a low bun.
"Much better, my dear," Grindelwald said at last, "You should really take more care with your appearance." Percival couldn't restrain his glare. As though Grindelwald had any room to talk, what with that terrible undercut. It looked passable when the man was Polyjuiced or Transfigured (he'd been doing the latter rather frequently, lately) to look like Graves, much to Percival's chagrin, but it was almost hideous when Grindelwald was wearing his own skin. Grindelwald's own features were much too fey to pull it off, properly. It made him look a bit like a character from a storybook, some wicked fairy of ice and snow.
Percival straightened his shoulders and went back to his 'duties', putting the previous evening's leftover mutton with fresh garlic potatoes into a crock and back into the oven to reheat for dinner. It took an unusually long time for Grindelwald to summon him back to the library for brandy, He brought out the Lepanto and set of glasses, but before he could sneak his way out of the door, Grindelwald had swished out his wand and used his magic to manhandle Percival down into the seat across from him.
"Have a drink with me, my dear Graves, and don't forget to pour carefully. Wouldn't want a spill, would we?" Grindelwald's eyes seemed to light up at the prospect. Percival fisted his hands to keep them form trembling, before silently reaching out and pouring them both a glass. Grindelwald made no effort to remove the silencing charm, so Percival made no motion to talk. He simply sipped at his glass slowly, and kept his eyes focused down on the low table and away from the awkward, pressing heat of Grindelwald's fascinated gaze.
"You're rather far away, my dear, do come closer, and pour me another glass." The polite, idle phrasing was belied by the unexpected—almost angered—steel in Grindelwald's tone, and for the first time that evening Percival looked up to meet Grindelwald's eyes. It was a strange look, the dark wizard's eyes focused intently at Percival's exposed throat, and when he swallowed, Grindelwald's pupils seemed to dilate. Percival stood stiffly and poured him another glass, this time managing to suppress his flinch when Grindelwald reached out and imperiously gripped his wrist, turning it over in his hands and tracing along the chain bracelet that served as binding cuffs.
"These were meant for a dear friend," Grindelwald supplies, apropos of nothing, and it is all Percival can do to keep from yanking his wrist back as he had done nights ago. He won't let Grindelwald win this particular bout, even if Percival hasn't the slightest idea where it is even going. Grindelwald eyes it a moment longer, before releasing Percival's wrist and giving it a soft pat. "I much prefer them on you, my dear Graves. On you, they actually seem rather flattering. Much like when you are on your best behavior." Like tonight, is what the silence implies, and Percival can only dip his head and will the monologue over. That doesn't seem to be the response Grindelwald was anticipating, or desiring, if the scowl on his face is anything to go by as he dismisses Percival with a flap of his hand.
Dinner is eaten swiftly and in silence. Percival cleans the table away, and Grindelwald does nothing but stare beyond his hands, deep in contemplation. He opens his mouth, and Percival freezes, expecting a command, but instead, Grindelwald stands abruptly, and retired to the bedroom without a word.
Percival would test the wards again tomorrow, magical restraints be damned.
Trash OP here Part 2? - [Fill] Alt. Continuation: An Attempt at Turning Tables
(Anonymous) 2016-12-26 06:35 am (UTC)(link)Holy shit, that low bun visual is my absolute jam. And Grindelwald's creepering and allusions to his
ex-boyfriendold friend are gr8.Re: Part 2? - [Fill] Alt. Continuation: An Attempt at Turning Tables
(Anonymous) 2016-12-28 05:17 am (UTC)(link)Re: Part 2? - [Fill] Alt. Continuation: An Attempt at Turning Tables