For licenseartistic - May picture prompt (Life)
Title / Prompt: Picture Prompt - Life
Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: none
Pairings: Tom/AU!Blaise
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 312 per PocketWord
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
Crossposted to licenseartistic
Parts of Europe still lay in ruin, bleak testimony to the things that humankind could wreak upon itself. The wizarding parts of the world were rebuilding faster than their Muggle counterparts, but even they were reeling after the dual assault of the war and of Grindelwald. Tom and Blaise fled to the flat Blaise's family owns in London after Tom took his revenge upon those who made his childhood a living hell, travelling in the shadows, keeping to themselves because Blaise knew even though Tom seemed all right, he wasn't in the mood to deal with others.
There was an empty lot scattered with rubble near the flat -- all that remained of a building that had been partially destroyed in the Blitz. The rest of the building had been knocked down the year before, and the lot was being cleared for rebuilding. Tom looked out over the lot as the sun sunk below the horizon, his expression grim until Blaise pulled him back into the flat and proceeded to distract him with kisses and gentle caresses. "It's going to get better, my heart," Blaise told him. "You Brits and us Russians -- they can't keep us down, you know..."
"No, they can't," Tom agreed, allowing himself to relax, finally; to melt into his lover's arms. They slept well that night, tangled together on the small bed, and when Tom woke late the next morning, he found his lover out on the balcony looking out at the lot.
Tom followed Blaise's gaze to see something they had missed in the darkness of the night before. The sun shone down through a break in the clouds, directly on a lush green vine poking its way through the clutter of stone and bricks, one bright yellow flower beginning to open.
"Feeling better, then?" Blaise asked, and Tom nodded.
"I am now," he answered softly.
Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: none
Pairings: Tom/AU!Blaise
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 312 per PocketWord
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
Crossposted to licenseartistic
Parts of Europe still lay in ruin, bleak testimony to the things that humankind could wreak upon itself. The wizarding parts of the world were rebuilding faster than their Muggle counterparts, but even they were reeling after the dual assault of the war and of Grindelwald. Tom and Blaise fled to the flat Blaise's family owns in London after Tom took his revenge upon those who made his childhood a living hell, travelling in the shadows, keeping to themselves because Blaise knew even though Tom seemed all right, he wasn't in the mood to deal with others.
There was an empty lot scattered with rubble near the flat -- all that remained of a building that had been partially destroyed in the Blitz. The rest of the building had been knocked down the year before, and the lot was being cleared for rebuilding. Tom looked out over the lot as the sun sunk below the horizon, his expression grim until Blaise pulled him back into the flat and proceeded to distract him with kisses and gentle caresses. "It's going to get better, my heart," Blaise told him. "You Brits and us Russians -- they can't keep us down, you know..."
"No, they can't," Tom agreed, allowing himself to relax, finally; to melt into his lover's arms. They slept well that night, tangled together on the small bed, and when Tom woke late the next morning, he found his lover out on the balcony looking out at the lot.
Tom followed Blaise's gaze to see something they had missed in the darkness of the night before. The sun shone down through a break in the clouds, directly on a lush green vine poking its way through the clutter of stone and bricks, one bright yellow flower beginning to open.
"Feeling better, then?" Blaise asked, and Tom nodded.
"I am now," he answered softly.