#ncginis

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the past fourteen years weighed heavy on brilliant mind; bringing forth a grief he could only associate with the loss of her —– sharing her magnificant body with him, yet being unable to touch her. bereft of the one thing that brought him comfort as his former. . . shape lay rotting, waiting for a chance to rise again. and he did, greater and more terrible than ever before. and depts would be repaid by the unfaithful lot. long, pale fingers smooth over emerald hide, retribution came not in a scream of pain and agony, but in a satisfying silence as the boy who lived vanished behind nagini's needled maw. ( and like so many times, she pleased her lord like no other could ) lipless mouth turns into a grotesque parody of a smile. ❝ tell me, my love. ❞ his voice barely above a whisper, yet as demanding as a yell; and tained with tones of love one would not dare associate with lord voldemort. ❝ how did the boy taste? i do hope he was worth the wait. ❞

@ncginis plotted. kinda.

[rh4egar]

the dark lord could never be bothered to glance down; he cannot help the growing satisfaction at the sight of the man kneeling before him —– nothing more representative of his power than a wizard groveling before his feet, at nagini's mercy. beneath them, always beneath them.

a soft hum leaves pale throat. quiet footfalls lazily cary tom over to his darling. . . and the pile of meat under her knee. a judging eye is laid upon the man, aquamarine gaze shot with veins of ruby, regal in their apathy. too sweaty, too dirty. ❝ unworthy of your palate. ❞ his voice barely above a whisper, yet as demanding as a yell. all the more, riddle had already prepared dinner for tonight —– a peculiar thorn in his side, an auror fiercely loyal to albus dumbledore, though he'd be of use yet. forcefully cleaned and checked for any illness, of course, lest voldemort gives his beloved subpar food.

a pale hand reaches out for nagini, a single finger cupping her chin, and a sallow ghost of a smile decorated model face. ❝ have your fun, my dear. ❞ if her fangs ached to penetrade unworthy flesh, if her muscles itched to break and crush, who was tom to deny her the temporary pleasure of a chew toy?

@ncginis from.

[kindredbravery]

’ you know i have no choice. ’ ( from @ncginis , thank you for following !! )

Her eyes lay towards the ground as she attempted her best to push herself up. No avail, no matter how hard she tried. With a grunt and through painful breaths, she finally looked towards the other and spoke, "There is always a choice. You can let me go. I will not say anything."

[mudblccd]

 ۪    ՞ @ncginis 's owl dropped off a letter : " cue nagini cupping peyton's cheeks and pressing a soft little peck on her lips followed by an ❛ i'm here, and i missed you, sugar. ❜ " ╰ ➛ random asks ／  𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ִֶָᐟ

as nagini's palms cup her cheeks , peyton couldn't stop herself from allowing head to grow heavier within gentle , solid grasp ; eyes fluttering for a moment as warmth seeped into cheeks , the gentle curve of her fingers , the pressure of each individual pad pressed into the chub of cheeks ─── a giggle bubbles up , nose scrunching as the gentle kiss is placed upon lips , as the other woman speaks , peyton quickly catches her lips once more ; her own arms raising to wrap around her neck , foreheads touching ❛ i missed you too ❜ breathless , fingers gently bundling the hair on the back of head , keeping them close ; she smells of sin &. secrets , earthy &. intoxicating ❛ you're banned from ever leaving that long again , you know . ❜

[rh4egar]

@ncginis SENT AN OWL. ❛  the first time i felt it, i thought i was going to die.  ❜ | prompt.

if his dreams and desires were granted physical form; riddle would not doubt they'd look all too similar to serpentine form. large, imposing, lethal were the enthralls of nagini's becoming. her form easily twice as long as he was tall, coils of emerald flesh thicker than his thigh; venom that brought a stopper to souls, man and beast alike. nagini cursed the beast, evidently so, and lord voldemort could not even blame her for it. but to him. . . there was nothing more beautiful than the serpent.

❝ i believe you. . . ❞ his voice barely above a whisper, yet as demanding as a shout. and pale hand seeks to hold hers. a touch so soft, so alien, gentleness one would not dare associate with tom riddle. a boy of cold, marvelous wonder —– now, no longer. a man of greatness stands now in his stead. the garnish splendours of his oeuvre now an imperfect contour of the boy he once was.

if he could change his form, like the animagi could, tom was certain he'd be a beast like her. a worldserpent, large and terrible, he'd lay coiled only around her. but exactly that was the point, wasn't it? a choice. the same choice nagini was lacking as the curse robbed the woman of her autonomy. fate's apathetic cruelty would be repaid tenfold, lord voldemort's scorn was inherit. and would she find comfort in her lord's revenge on the world? now more than a god, and less than a man. ❝ and it never gets easier, does it, my dear? ❞

[rh4egar]

@ncginis SENT AN OWL.

❛  i cannot remember much of what happened to me last night.  ❜ | prompt.

slytherin's heir stands from his desk, abandoning work waiting to be attended, orders waiting to be given; quiet footfalls carry him over expensive carpet, over to her, resting ontop king sized bed in a nest of velvet blankets. placed there by lord voldemort after last night's. . . violent escapades. her mind seemingly forgotten; in rage, and perhaps fear, serpentine queen had attacked everything that moved.

a handful of death eaters had lost their lives that day, it mattered little to lord voldemort / it was her safety riddle worried about. he sits ontop the bed, a pale hand reaches out to cup her face. ❝ worry not, my love. ❞ honeyed words leaving pale lips in a gentle whisper, like a serpent's hiss; like velvet dripping with sweet poison.

❝ you went on a little rampage, that was all. ❞ the house elves were still busy cleaning the blood off the expensive furniture, none of hers, of course, though a few death eaters might have tried to lift their wands in panicked self defense —– tom had cut them short before a single spell might've left unworthy throats. how dare they think themselves mighty enough, their wands potent enough, to deter lord voldemort's serpentine queen?

❝ you should rest for now, my darling, are you hungry? or thirsty? ❞ pale lips press a soft kiss on nagini's forehead, a gentle touch urges her to lay back down. tom knows not how much time she had left, haste was of the utmost essence now. the potion must be completed soon and there was no room for failure. . . the dark lord loved the beast as much as the woman, but he cannot stand the sight of her in pain / of nagini being bereft of choice.

[rh4egar]

@ncginis SENT AN OWL. ❛  it’s alright, i forgive you.  ❜ | prompt.

bony fingers smooth over emerald scales; the feeling of living flesh under his fingertips a comfort he revels in. her heavy weight draped across his shoulders; wrapped around his chest, lay across his lap; a blessing. bringing forth a grief he could only associate with the loss of her, living inside her body as a meagre parasite, being unable to touch her. slitted nostrils widen as a deep breath is taken, inhabiting a living body once more, greater and more terrible than ever before. he feels her venom course through silver veins. ( he feels her love and devotion ) waking a feeling, a desire, a longing, he had no name for - to be close to her. to never let go of her. to have her wrapped around his form eternally.

he'd love to forget the past fourteen years, the failures, the suffering. he'd love to forget the serpent's form, so meagrely, a shadow of her former self - because he could not provide for her. it plagues him. ( and she knows )

i forgive you.

how could three simple words pierce pale hide like a dagger. he knows her, of course, his nagini. she had always been too kind; her forgiveness offered so freely ought not surprise him. and still he finds it. . . difficult.

❝ i know, my love, i know. ❞ his hand continues his steady glide over emerald scales. ❝ you are so sweet, my love, so kind. ❞

[rh4egar]

@ncginis SENT AN OWL. ❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜ | prompt.

a softness alien to even himself, a cancerous growth to remove blemishes upon his name; slytherin's heir had never been anything less than a calamity / as gentle as a starving wolf; as loving as a deep wound. and yet he finds himself touching nagini with care no soul would dare associate with lord voldemort. sitting on her bedsite a silent guardian.

years have passed him, and age has blessed him the potential beyond his years. how exuberant as when he was a boy!  young tom riddle,  who knew only of little.   irreconcilable now, in his current state;  he knew better,  studied harder,  and practiced more furiously than he had ever practiced in his life and recent developments became routines. and yet still, with her, he finds a peace he had denied himself for years. insomnia remained clinging to his side like leeches, but riddle might as well make use of it now. offer company and comfort for the queen of serpents.

❝ you are my shadow, my dear, i will not part with you. ❞ pale hand smoothes over hers, and he pulls velvet covers further upwards. ❝ sleep now, my love, we have work to do tomorrow. ❞