#cfmort

[resurgentiium]

Let us be greedy together; let us hoard. ( for Sebastian )

//  @cfmort  

       breath   hitches   as   lips   curl   and   there   is   a   WICKEDNESS   in   the   curve   of   your   smile– a   sharpness   that   could   tear   anyone   else   asunder.   but   not   him–   never   him.   he   has   NEVER   broken   beneath   the   dark   of   your   soul,   the   viciousness   you   keep   guarded,   keep   shielded   from   the   rest   of   the   world. 

(   he   has   never   shied   away   from   it.   only   ever   encouraged,   fanned   the   flame.   ) 

  and   while   you   do   all   you   can–   intended   to   make   BETTER   choices   this   time   around,   there   is   no   denying   who   you   are.   and   who   you   are   is   SELFISH   and   greedy   and   someone   who   does   not   have   the   ability   to   be   calm   in   your   desires   once   they   have   become   fixed   and   clear   in   your   mind. 

 fingertips   drum   along   cold   surface   of   table   top   before   you   lean   more   fully   against   it,   arms   braced   as   eyes   shift,   dancing   over   plans   and   words   and   ideas   spread   across   the   table. 

   “and   who   could   possibly   oppose   us?   who   can   compare   to   our   power?”  

(   and   never   again,   will   anyone   hurt   you.   will   anyone   even   come   close.   ) 

[resurgentiiumarchive]

' i am attempting to alchemize my soul into something palpable . ' ( from tom ;DDD )

hi hello im dying  //  @cfmort 

  many years now, you have watched over him. proud, JOYOUS even, of the man he is becoming– is showing himself to be. each year, you find more and more reason for being so drawn to him– each year, he reminds you of exactly why you stay. for there is no-one else in your entire lifetime, that has captivated you as he.

               ( sixteen years old, and already far more superior than any in the world. ) 

  sometimes you wonder how it is that you came to be worthy of knowing him, of being at his side. but then other times you know, you are SURE– that this is what you deserve. after suffering so long, after so much pain and loneliness, this is your reward. to find one whose heart beats the same– whose soul yearns for something far more grand than this simple existence, than going along with the life laid out. 

 looking at him now, you cannot help yourself as lips curl– human, but now overly sharp teeth exposed– and the feeling within your chest EXPANDS. 

    “when will you do it?” head tilts as you look at him, watch him as he finishes scrawling in the journal.   “is there anything you need, anything you cannot get into the school? you know, you only ever need ask.” 

[voidsoullarc]

 harry’s   sexuality :  gettin’   absolutely   roasted   by   professor   tom 

[resurgentiium]

' do be quiet , Sebastian . I can barely hear myself think . ' ( cfmort - IM SORRY TOM IS A SHIT )

                                            slurping sounds  //  @cfmort  

      gaze lifts from where you had been casually reading through notes for history of magic– because really, what need did you have for this class? what need did you have to REALLY put any effort in, or pay attention?  you walked through such an important part of history– and then very quickly spent years of this life playing catch up due to a selfish need to understand what your past acts shaped.    

              so naturally– your interest in the work was only ever going to be CASUAL.    

                                           the distracted humming inevitable. 

                             the SLURPING from the glass in your hand? not so much. 

  a smirk fills your lips as you glance over to him, brow raised before you hum once more, slouching back into your seat and bringing glass back to lips. “i’m sorry. is the great tom riddle unable to rise to a challenge? i thought you were better than that, tom. how is it possible that little ole me is possibly causing such a problem?” 

[resurgentiium]

//  @cfmort​ 

      huff escapes  as  you  look  across the  room--  watery reflections  causing  that  usual,  beautiful green  glow  but  there  is  something  more  to  it.  the  late  winter  sky  above  the  lake  so  clear,  starlight pierces  through  and  for  a  flash,  you  are  back  in  time.  an  old  friend  stands across  from  you,  refusing  to  yield.  and  so  much  is  lost.  too  much.  the  pain  of  remembering is  too  real,  and  so  for  a  brief  moment, the  past  three  months  have  faded  away.  anger,  frustration and  hurt  is  replaced  only  with  a  need  for  closeness.  a  need  for  connection.  to  not  be  so  painfully alone.  to  not  feel  the  coldness  of  having  nobody that  understands  you.  the  pain  of  missing him,  finally  eclipses the  need  to  hurt.  and  you  will  not  make  the  same  mistakes  again. in  a  moment, floor  is  crossed and  with  graceful ease,  you  come  to  sit  on  the  arm  of  the  chair, swivel  around  until  feet  come  to  rest  in  his  lap  and  your  head  rests  against the  chair.  eyes  dart  down  over  his  book,  his  face  for  a  second, and  then  down  to  your  own  book.  

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@cfmort​ continued from here.

        his words are like salt scrubbed into open wounds and you wish to recoil, to pull away as quickly as possible-- drown yourself in bitter, icy waters so long as it meant you could escape this torment, this tearing at your mind. 

( and you know, hidden within you pressed so far down, that there is truth to his words, which is exactly why they burn, why they sink so deep into you that you wonder if this is not just your OWN THOUGHTS reflected back at you. too often, you have wondered if he is simply the mirror that draws attention to everything you’ve longed to bury, everything you’ve wanted to erase. ) 

  it sickens you, stomach churning to even imagine that there is any inch of you that is the same as him-- that you may not be the hero of this tale, but instead, a vessel. something to hold remnants of his malice until he has need for those specific parts again.   but you have fought, you have worked to keep these stray thoughts in line, perfectly packed away in the corners of your mind. 

( but now here he is, pulling at loose strings. tangling them around his fingers and watching you DANCE without any kind of control, with no ability to pull away. ) 

  the locket around your neck burns your skin-- and as much as you hate it, you still know it is better this way. it’s already too much to allow your friends to wear it for the short times that they do, because you DESPISE the idea that they could be hurt by him, could be poisoned by his words. 

( and what if he whispers sickeningly sweet to them? what if he pours the darkest parts of your soul into their thoughts? what if he is pushing them from you? ) 

  hands press firmly, scrubbing tired eyes before you shift, pull arms tighter around yourself but it is not the bitter wintry chill that causes you to shiver. nothing, nothing could compare to the way you feel him in every part of you, in your blood, in your mind. woven so intricately into you that you begin to wonder if this hand is yours-- if the movement is your own. who here, is truly in charge? 

 gritting teeth, you feel the sickness swell again as heart hammers and blood BOILS.   “we would kill for such different reasons. you kill because it’s fun, because you are selfish and only want to save yourself. i’d do it out of love. protection. it’s DIFFERENT.”   and for all your hatred and the way it tears at you to know they will always have a hold over you -- “and i wouldn’t kill them either. no matter what they did to me. we are NOT the same.” 

[sebastiians]

' put the book down , Sebastian , there's a good boy . ' ( okay but like what we were talking about today jdbfljbf - cfmort )

oh maann  //  @cfmort  

       head raises slowly– attention already halfway focused on tom, gradually having been drawn away the moment he stepped into the room.  eyes flicker from the book, an exhausted movement. you have always KNOWN tom wanted more-- wanted to understand all the darker powers, to see how they could aid him, further his desires. it’s something you’ve never been afraid of, never shied away from.   the determination, dedication to uncovering a deeper power is something you have ALWAYS understood-- in both lives. 

  ( but you never imagined there might come a day when he would keep it a secret from you-- would withhold information, dance along the edge of a LIE even.   with ALL you have given him, all you have shared-- you never imagined there might be secrets between you. ) 

 fingertips DRUM lightly against the cover of the book-- lip drawn in between teeth for a moment before you finally SIGH and allow muscles to sink, to relax. body leans back against the table and you let the book rest, held at your side as you lock tired eyes with his.    --wonder how he might talk his way out of this one, will charm you round.    is it even possible? 

    “or perhaps you can tell me what’s happening with you. since when did we start keeping secrets from one another?”