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        “ i-i don’t have any MONEY, i swear, ” tom breathed out, the cold metal of the blade making him SHIVER just slightly, as the mugger SNARLED. it took everything he had to not reach into his back pocket and pull out his wand ; cast the IMPERIUS curse on him, and call it a day. maybe watch him walk off a PIER if tom so chose. but he didn’t. his eyes flickered over to the outside of the alley, a small sigh of irritation escaping his lips ( that sounded a lot like a WHIMPER ) as the knife was pressed closer to his throat.

          “ bloody hell. ”

          “ i would, ” tom said firmly, although not DEFIANTLY, and he flashed the other a pure smile, almost too pure. icy blue eyes flickered to the other’s jet black ones ; it doesn’t strike fear into his heart----if anything, it’s INTRIGUE. “ i’m afraid i don’t have the money, for one, and unfortunately, in the states, it’s illegal for ANYONE under the age of 21 to buy alcohol. you’ll have to forgive me, ” tom finished, although he didn’t sound all too SORRY. 

       “ love, what happened to your FACE?? “ icy, calculating blue eyes flickered to her cheek, a frown on his lips. 

           he frowns. ASKING A BLIND woman for help to get somewhere was going to go up to the top on the list of stupid shit tom riddle has gotten himself into. “ ah, that’s alright. t’was kind of a SILLY question to ask anyways. i doubt i would be able to leave here, ” he says softly, a sheepish smile on his lips that made him LOOK and feel dumb. it’s not like she is able to SEE him anyways. however, a small part of the slytherin is INTRIGUED by her. she’s not scared, in fact, holds a certain kind of QUIET confidence. it irks him. “ may i buy you a COFFEE for your troubles, miss? “ he asks ; more of a BLURT.

        goddamn HIM for putting any amount of faith in the other ; for being so DAMN trusting. allowing himself to listen and be CORRUPTED by a ( half blood ). but he couldn’t stop. his words gave the other a comfort he had not had in such a L O N G time. his blue eyes dropped down to his hands, his gaze lingering as he picked lightly at his NAILS, as that was easier as opposed to trying to say something and regretting it when it no longer worked out in his favour. what was he supposed to SAY?? “ ... i don’t hate you, ” he chimed GENTLY, but it was hard for even him to tell if the words rang any truth. “ does that count for anything? ”

        “ a non magic person, ” tom said reluctantly. SO MUCH for trying to avoid the word. “ the underworld?? “ his eyes widened, and it was clear he was intrigued. “ that’s a bit... MORBID, don’t you think, love? “

           tom said nothing. there was no USE pushing something he was not sure he believed in, and the last thing he wanted ( again, why?? ) was to make the other more upset with him. as the first statement left his lips, he resisted the urge to SCOFF. if the ( KIND HEARTED ; all too good natured ) person in front of him was a monster, that made tom a DEVIL. tom raised a single eyebrow as he finalized his statement. the same feeling from before climbed into his stomach ; strangled his throat, but he pressed a SMILE to his lips. it was BELIEVEABLE. tom was back. he could do this ; create the web of lies as he did with everyone in his life ( he would just ignore the pain that his heart got as he saw the other, the one who looked like he was about to be on the verge of tears. it didn’t hurt. not one bit. lies. ) “ okay, and? “ he didn’t say it was GOOD. he didn’t say it was bad. it was merely his confirmation of hearing the other. “ i’ve met far worse than you. ”

        he had been WALKING at a brisk pace, not paying attention ; plans blossoming in his mind, counting on his fingers as he kept his head hung down towards the papers he was reading over. blue eyes flickered over it ALMOST too fast. what he DID not expect was the other to bump into him ( nor did he see her in the first place ). the boiling tea was sent over him AND his papers, and he could not help but let the expletive fall from his lips. “ bloody HELL, ” he said, at almost IMMEDIATELY the same time she did. icy blue orbs flicker over to his button up white shirt, than the papers ; both soaking wet. he didn’t even LOOK up at her, afraid he would say something too out of character. “ no, no, it’s fine, LOVE, ” he said, trying to think of a way to get tea out of his clothes and papers. in between his pointer and thumb, he held up the small, SOAKING WET stack of papers, and sighed as he saw the ink run. 

         “ it’s like... a non muggle way of transporting yourself from place to place, ” tom explained, trying to avoid the usage of the word MAGIC. “ you disappear?? where do you go? “ interesting---colour him intrigued. 

          he wished it were different. for a mere split second ; he had wished that he was not a SLYTHERIN, or a half blood or anything. just HIM. then perhaps it would’ve been easier to talk to the other. but he froze halfway in his thoughts. why did he want it to be easier??? the other wasn’t supposed to, and wasn’t GOING to be of any importance to him in his near future. so why did it leave him with such an unsettling feeling? a frown overtook tom’s pink lips; one of displeasure. “ one of us was TOLD the wrong thing, ” he said flatly, although it wasn’t clear who he was referring to. he had intended it for HIMSELF. as remus gestured to his heart, tom looked at his own, as if expecting it to glow , or suddenly change what it wanted from the world. as the other mumbled, he furrowed his brows. perhaps this was just a mere INSTINCT, to ask politely and reap whatever benefits he got from it later----whether or not he cared, but he still asked. “ what? you’ll have to forgive me, i didn’t quite catch what you said. ”

       he had overstepped his BOUNDARIES, it was clear by the way she had reacted. “ my apologies, ” he said remorsefully, “ i hope i did not make you too uncomfortable. ” tom offered a gentle smile, before nodding once. “ really?? i could even get you tea, love. my treat. like a thank you for SHOWING me the place, you know? “

        something about the other’s words makes him feel uncomfortable ( or maybe just the part of him that had been instilled into him by the people he considered friends ). it made his stomach turn, and he ran a shaky hand through his soft locks of hair, his bottom lip tucked under his teeth. the other spoke so freely about it ; with a certain kind of QUIET confidence----like he knew that the idea that purebloods and SLYTHERINS had always thought about. deep down, in the dark recesses of his ( already dampened and darkened ) heart, he knew the other was right. but tom couldn’t even raise his blue eyes to look the other in the eyes. “ you’re lucky you’re allowed to think that way, ” he finally said. weakly. GOD, he had never felt so weak until then. his eyes STUNG, and he gave somewhat of a sad scoff. he shouldn’t have opened his mouth ; more talking, mo’ FUCKING problems. “ i’m SORRY i can’t say the same. ”