heart of darkness

Why, sin has never looked so good, has it? TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE salazar slytherin's heir, pureblood supermacist, nightmare.

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[thegrimx-deactivated20140214]

{ Sirius gave an exhausted gaze.   The view of the outside could    have been more lively. }  { His attention towards the the other   did not surface, but he did reply, }  ❝─Hm? Oh, yes. They can be─❞ { As he heard the soft woosh of the spell   the fear prickled at the back of his neck.   he still did not turn towards the other.   Even if it was just an owl, Sirius was   not going to push the thought that   he might do it to the young Black as   well. } 

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          [   why not finish the sentence,                young man? is tom riddle                really that intimidating that                another person could not                finish their sentence when                he does something?

               he fears this, because his whole                charming and quite, and polite                persona may not have worked.                or if this boy was just a, well—                a boy, that's why he wasn't so                thrilled by the fact that he was                talking, and not just humming                uninterestedly.

               not one moment did he think                that the other had heard the                sound of his killing curse, and                not one moment did he doubt                the other lad's wariness.   ]

                         "Have you tried so?"

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[iq--187]

「♟」 — Blurred portrait still clasped between two fingers — index and thumb — halted, lowered.

               Questioning passersby on the street into the identity of the pursued

               was rarely met with an outward inquiry. 

               Either this stranger recognized the marred identity, or

               he was irritated by the repetitive set of queries.

                        ❝Only if being needed is presently convenient.❞

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          [   so it isn't? tom riddle is               quite confused. bless him,               really. he doesn't know what               he's supposed to feel —               should he be annoyed again,               or should he stick around and               converse?   ]

                         "I take that as a no, then."

          [   who is this guy? quite odd to               the dark-haired man, and he                knew his was quite odd to the               other, too. but that was the least               of his worries.   ]

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"I just, I was looking for some mugwort roots-"

She didn’t know this kid- Man? She didn’t know him, regardless, and as she looked at him, a slight frown crossed her features.

"Wouldn’t know where I could find any, would you?"

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          [   he eyes her up and down.               what are mugwort roots?               what are they — again?               okay. this is the second               time he is left without any-               thing to know.

              the young man shakes his               head kindly and purses his               lips.   ]

                         "I'm sorry, no. What do you need these roots for?"

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"I was leaving the great hall from dinner."

{Her reply was a soft murmur as she follows his lead.}

"What were you doing at this neck of the castle before I found you?”

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          [   a prolonged and low hum               is emitted from his throat,               it was as if he wasn't inte-               rested, but he really was               listening.   ]

                         "I was trying to send an owl, but it bit me."

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          [   who are these people,               and what are they doing               here?

              tom riddle doesn't know.

              and this annoys him,

             because tom riddle always knows.   ]

                         "Am I needed for something?"

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[queeningreenasteria-deactivated]

"Fine."

{She nods and doesn’t bother anymore to question him}

"You might want to cast a few spells in case for some reason they ask to check students wands."

{She turns her back on him and picks up her school bag}

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                         "Oh, don't mind me. I've got it all covered."

          [   he waits for her as she picks up her bag,               placing his hands behind his back as he               stands with a careful eye on her. as soon               as she was done, he turned tail and started               walking away from the place.   ]

                         "What brought you to this part of the castle anyways?"

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[queeningreenasteria-deactivated]

"Leave it be? We’re just going to leave her?"

{She bit the inside of her cheek}

"If so, we should then at least leave before anyone finds us with her. I don’t fancy a detention tonight, frankly."

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                         "Leave it be, yes."

          [   he nods and looks at the dead owl.               and only he knows it's dead. part of               the reason he wanted to leave it be               was because he can't have her find               out that it was dead.

              she seemed to be really concerned               about the bird, and merlin knows               what she'd do to him when she               finds out that he killed the poor               little thing.   ]

                         "Then stop inspecting it and let's go."

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[queeningreenasteria-deactivated]

{Well, that was sudden and unexpected}

"Y-yes. But you could’ve just put her back."

{Oh great. Stuttering. She shook her head and moved toward the owl on the ground}

"Do you think she’s dead?

{She gently gave the owl a nudge with the tip of her shoe}

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          [   averagely thick and dark eyebrows               pulled together in slight confusion.               but he did feel a little more annoyed               at what she said.

              don't tell me what i should've done.

              he clenched his jaw, and bit on his               bottom set of teeth to stop himself               from barking at her.   ]

                         "Dead?"

          [   his eyes lowered down to the owl on               the ground, before shaking his head.   ]

                         "I don't think so. Just leave it be."

[constantquibbling-deactivated20]

   [ Silvery eyes blinked at him widely,      oddly reminiscent of the creature in question.      There was something…no,       this was a face she’d never seen before. ]

“Can’t say I have. Then again reckon I’m not very easily annoyed.”

   [ Had he spoken the last aloud,      she surely would have nodded silently,      only to depart and hope never to be in his presence again.      Hers was a kind heart, forever smitten with nature   

     —and no manner of conventionally attractive human shell       would do anything to stifle that. ]

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          [   oh, joy. he is quite disappointed,               having chosen a quite... neutral               person to talk to about his frustrations.

              he gets further annoyed when the               one he's talking to can't somehow               relate to him.   ]

                        "Wouldn't you be annoyed if an owl bit your finger?"

          [   then again, he had a rotten day to               begin with.   ]

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          [   his handsome face was contorted               into one of anger and annoyance.               he was not happy.

              turning to the person nearest to him,               the lad released a heavy huff.   ]

                         "Have you known how extremely annoying owls could get?"

          [   one bit his finger, and he fired a               hex at it. or was it an avada kedavra?

              well, the owl never moved afterwards.   ]