#ncginis

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?

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."

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 . ❜

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.

❛  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?

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.

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.