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Title / Prompt: 3/08 -- When love is not madness, it is not love. - Pedro Calderon de la Barca
Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: I'm having one of those low creativity months. Sorry.
Pairings: Tom/Blaise
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 193 per PocketWord
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
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He had spent much of his young life fully believing that love was a weakness. That needing someone else that much was to risk a loss of self, and possibly even destruction. He held himself apart and aloof, above everyone who called him friend or lover and certainly above any who did not recognize his greatness.
But this boy from the future -- this rough, bold, disrespectful and wild boy had found a way through his barriers and had swept him up in a storm of unfamiliar emotions. It was terrifying, but it was exhilarating, and he knew now that love was not the weakness he had always assumed it was.
It was madness to just let go and trust that Blaise would be there to catch him, but his lover never failed him. He learned to not only accept but also enjoy the madness that was love -- the thrill of emotions and pleasure that just being with Blaise could bring. And he knew that Blaise shared his madness gladly. As far as he was concerned, if they were both going to be insane together then everything was well with the world.
Character: Tom Riddle, the boy who becomes Voldemort
Warnings: I'm having one of those low creativity months. Sorry.
Pairings: Tom/Blaise
Your character's fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: 193 per PocketWord
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Riddle -- if I did, he'd have decent motivations.
Crossposted to
licenseartisticHe had spent much of his young life fully believing that love was a weakness. That needing someone else that much was to risk a loss of self, and possibly even destruction. He held himself apart and aloof, above everyone who called him friend or lover and certainly above any who did not recognize his greatness.
But this boy from the future -- this rough, bold, disrespectful and wild boy had found a way through his barriers and had swept him up in a storm of unfamiliar emotions. It was terrifying, but it was exhilarating, and he knew now that love was not the weakness he had always assumed it was.
It was madness to just let go and trust that Blaise would be there to catch him, but his lover never failed him. He learned to not only accept but also enjoy the madness that was love -- the thrill of emotions and pleasure that just being with Blaise could bring. And he knew that Blaise shared his madness gladly. As far as he was concerned, if they were both going to be insane together then everything was well with the world.
