For licenseartistic - June 2007 - The Thousandth Man
Title / Prompt: 6/07 - The Thousandth Man
Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: Canon? We don't need no steenking canon!
Pairings: AU!Tom/AU!Blaise
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 306 per PocketWord
Rating: PG for references to violence and bodily harm
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
Crossposted to licenseartistic
Despite all of his power and all of his intelligence, Tom knew he would be nothing if it weren't for Blaise. His lover had saved his life, and saved his soul far more often than he could count.
There were times, in physical fights, when Tom was certain he would die until Blaise waded his way into the fray and flattened his attackers. Times in magical fights when Tom was nearly spent and Blaise gave him the strength to win without his ever even asking. Times when he awoke screaming from night terrors and Blaise was there to wrap him in his arms and soothe him, and protect him from the monsters lurking in the dark spaces of his mind.
But there was one act that embodied Blaise's selfless devotion to him. One thing that Tom knew he could never thank his lover enough for, or even truly explain to him how much it meant. When Tom thought he had lost his lover at the hands of the Potters and went after them in a murderous rage, he had found himself nearly slain by his own magic. His body destroyed by the backlash, he managed to keep himself from slipping away by sheer force of will and found himself drawn back to Blaise. Blaise was not dead after all, but gravely wounded, and still he kept Tom alive by sharing his mind with him.
Without his lover's sacrifice -- and he knew it was a sacrifice because there were times when both of them living in the same head was enough to drive them both insane -- he would have died, alone and lost to eternity. Blaise had given him a gift worth more than any material present, and he vowed that somehow, someway he would find a way to show him how much it meant.
Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: Canon? We don't need no steenking canon!
Pairings: AU!Tom/AU!Blaise
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 306 per PocketWord
Rating: PG for references to violence and bodily harm
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
Crossposted to licenseartistic
Despite all of his power and all of his intelligence, Tom knew he would be nothing if it weren't for Blaise. His lover had saved his life, and saved his soul far more often than he could count.
There were times, in physical fights, when Tom was certain he would die until Blaise waded his way into the fray and flattened his attackers. Times in magical fights when Tom was nearly spent and Blaise gave him the strength to win without his ever even asking. Times when he awoke screaming from night terrors and Blaise was there to wrap him in his arms and soothe him, and protect him from the monsters lurking in the dark spaces of his mind.
But there was one act that embodied Blaise's selfless devotion to him. One thing that Tom knew he could never thank his lover enough for, or even truly explain to him how much it meant. When Tom thought he had lost his lover at the hands of the Potters and went after them in a murderous rage, he had found himself nearly slain by his own magic. His body destroyed by the backlash, he managed to keep himself from slipping away by sheer force of will and found himself drawn back to Blaise. Blaise was not dead after all, but gravely wounded, and still he kept Tom alive by sharing his mind with him.
Without his lover's sacrifice -- and he knew it was a sacrifice because there were times when both of them living in the same head was enough to drive them both insane -- he would have died, alone and lost to eternity. Blaise had given him a gift worth more than any material present, and he vowed that somehow, someway he would find a way to show him how much it meant.