For licenseartistic - May 07 - Picture Prompt - Lantern and Bed
Title / Prompt: 5/07 - Picture Prompt - Lantern and bed
Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: hints of m/m sex
Pairings: Tom Riddle/AU!Blaise Zabini
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 245 per PocketWord
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
Crossposted to licenseartistic
They've traveled far and wide, all over Europe to learn all they can of their own heritages and magic, and then outwards from there to learn the magic and spells of other cultures.
The Far East is both intimidating and attractive, and somehow they find themselves in a small hotel room in Japan. Tom is confused by the low bed, little more than a cotton-stuffed pad on a platform, but smiles at the soft silk quilts that they're given to pile onto the bed. He thinks that he and Blaise may grow to like this intriguing culture while they're here -- the weapons, the flavours, the music. It's all so different from what he's grown used to, but it fascinates all the same.
And at night, when the food is cleared away and the sounds of other guests grow quiet, he lights the candles set into the lantern on the low chest of drawers and stares at it as the soft green glow spreads through the room. Pale flames the colour of fresh bamboo flicker on the candle wicks, a hint of spring and the impending explosion of budding cherry and plum blossoms. A fresh, sweet scent rises on the warmth of the candle flames, and he turns to Blaise and smiles. The air is filled with a different kind of magic tonight, and they slip under the silk quilts and embrace each other, feeling the surge of spring stirring all around and through them.
Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: hints of m/m sex
Pairings: Tom Riddle/AU!Blaise Zabini
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 245 per PocketWord
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
Crossposted to licenseartistic
They've traveled far and wide, all over Europe to learn all they can of their own heritages and magic, and then outwards from there to learn the magic and spells of other cultures.
The Far East is both intimidating and attractive, and somehow they find themselves in a small hotel room in Japan. Tom is confused by the low bed, little more than a cotton-stuffed pad on a platform, but smiles at the soft silk quilts that they're given to pile onto the bed. He thinks that he and Blaise may grow to like this intriguing culture while they're here -- the weapons, the flavours, the music. It's all so different from what he's grown used to, but it fascinates all the same.
And at night, when the food is cleared away and the sounds of other guests grow quiet, he lights the candles set into the lantern on the low chest of drawers and stares at it as the soft green glow spreads through the room. Pale flames the colour of fresh bamboo flicker on the candle wicks, a hint of spring and the impending explosion of budding cherry and plum blossoms. A fresh, sweet scent rises on the warmth of the candle flames, and he turns to Blaise and smiles. The air is filled with a different kind of magic tonight, and they slip under the silk quilts and embrace each other, feeling the surge of spring stirring all around and through them.