A gun on the floor, a hole in your head
Day: 30 [backdated]
Characters: Voldemort [dr_youknowwho], C.C. [the_gray_witch], Eric Cartman [rsptmyauthority], and Hidan [doesnotbitch]
Summary: Therapy time...or a chat between immortals?
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Midday
Status: closed, incomplete
Voldemort had gone to extraordinary lengths to attain immortality. He'd stolen the breath from thousands, manipulated even more... Mutilated his own soul, split it into pieces and thus lost whatever lingering part of him that made him human. There was nothing left in him that was human, and when he perused the file of the woman he was to be examining that afternoon, he wondered just what exactly constituted humanity.
Apparently, she had suffered the physical pains of the flesh one too many times--enough to be utterly desensitized to it. Somewhat amused, the Dark Lord thought about the last time he'd felt something as simple and incontrovertible as pain. He was...intrigued, eager for security to bring the young woman to him. For once, he was not itching to place his fingers about a frail human throat, crush the subtle pinch of life from beneath the vulnerable flesh. No, this was...different.
This woman would be different.
Characters: Voldemort [dr_youknowwho], C.C. [the_gray_witch], Eric Cartman [rsptmyauthority], and Hidan [doesnotbitch]
Summary: Therapy time...or a chat between immortals?
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Midday
Status: closed, incomplete
Voldemort had gone to extraordinary lengths to attain immortality. He'd stolen the breath from thousands, manipulated even more... Mutilated his own soul, split it into pieces and thus lost whatever lingering part of him that made him human. There was nothing left in him that was human, and when he perused the file of the woman he was to be examining that afternoon, he wondered just what exactly constituted humanity.
Apparently, she had suffered the physical pains of the flesh one too many times--enough to be utterly desensitized to it. Somewhat amused, the Dark Lord thought about the last time he'd felt something as simple and incontrovertible as pain. He was...intrigued, eager for security to bring the young woman to him. For once, he was not itching to place his fingers about a frail human throat, crush the subtle pinch of life from beneath the vulnerable flesh. No, this was...different.
This woman would be different.