For licenseartistic - 8/07 - Scars
Title / Prompt: Aug 2007 - Scars are tattoos with better stories. -From a Toyota advertisement in Sports Illustrated magazine, 3 June 2002
Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: AU; non-DH compatible
Pairings: AU Tom/AU Blaise
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 304 per PocketWord
Rating: PG-13 for mention of violence
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
Crossposted to licenseartistic
There is a small scar directly over his heart. Just a tiny silvery line -- nothing that stands out unless his skin is pink from exertion or after a hot shower. It isn't something he talks about, and very few -- if any -- living people know how he got it.
But when Blaise kisses it gently and asks him about it, he doesn't lie to his lover -- would never lie to his lover about something like this. "Grindelwald tried to steal my powers," he explains softly, carding gentle fingers through silky black locks.
Blaise props himself up and looks at him in shock. "What?"
Tom reaches out to take his hand, needing to feel his lover as he tells this tale, not wanting to be apart from him. "He knew how powerful I was; knew about my heritage, and had me kidnapped. I woke up in Durmstrang with the bastard and a bunch of his followers casting a ritual to raise the ancient powers..." His gaze is turned inward, watching the events unfold in his mind's eye as he continues. "When I felt it building up in me, I realized what he was trying to do but I was helpless to stop him... He stabbed me through the heart and took my blood, but when he drank it I was able to fight him from the inside with it..."
Softly, "He stabbed you through the heart, and you didn't die? You fought him through your own blood in him?" The note of awe in Blaise's voice is heady, and when Blaise kisses the scar again he moans softly and pulls him close. They caress each other gently, Tom's hands sliding over the vicious scars on Blaise's back, Blaise's lips and tongue sliding over Tom's scar, and all is right in the world.
Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: AU; non-DH compatible
Pairings: AU Tom/AU Blaise
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 304 per PocketWord
Rating: PG-13 for mention of violence
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
Crossposted to licenseartistic
There is a small scar directly over his heart. Just a tiny silvery line -- nothing that stands out unless his skin is pink from exertion or after a hot shower. It isn't something he talks about, and very few -- if any -- living people know how he got it.
But when Blaise kisses it gently and asks him about it, he doesn't lie to his lover -- would never lie to his lover about something like this. "Grindelwald tried to steal my powers," he explains softly, carding gentle fingers through silky black locks.
Blaise props himself up and looks at him in shock. "What?"
Tom reaches out to take his hand, needing to feel his lover as he tells this tale, not wanting to be apart from him. "He knew how powerful I was; knew about my heritage, and had me kidnapped. I woke up in Durmstrang with the bastard and a bunch of his followers casting a ritual to raise the ancient powers..." His gaze is turned inward, watching the events unfold in his mind's eye as he continues. "When I felt it building up in me, I realized what he was trying to do but I was helpless to stop him... He stabbed me through the heart and took my blood, but when he drank it I was able to fight him from the inside with it..."
Softly, "He stabbed you through the heart, and you didn't die? You fought him through your own blood in him?" The note of awe in Blaise's voice is heady, and when Blaise kisses the scar again he moans softly and pulls him close. They caress each other gently, Tom's hands sliding over the vicious scars on Blaise's back, Blaise's lips and tongue sliding over Tom's scar, and all is right in the world.