||[Jan. 8th, 2006|02:49 pm]
for the magical creatures challenge|
Title: Circles and lines
Pairing: Percy/Tom Riddle
Word count: 172...yes I know. Too many, but I couldn't cut it down further.
Percy has quill calluses on his fingers. And Tom runs the stiff plume of the quill along the underside of Percy's wrist and smirks. He does that a lot. His teeth gleam dully in the half light, pointed and sharp. Like fangs.
The little snakes that are called by their magic slither slowly across the floor, seeking warmth near the cooling hearth.
It was been three years since Percy left this room.
Three years of Tom and the snakes, and the singing angel that came and went. Percy has forgotten what sunlight feels like, what fresh air tastes like. He likes to breathe the air out of Tom's lungs, because it smells so sweet.
Death often does.
Ink is dribbling across his desk, but he ignores it as Tom pushes him up on onto it, frantically scrabbling between his stretched thighs, leaving bruises, the ghosts of love on his pale skin. He screams when Tom bites him, drawing blood.
Ink and blood meet on the floor. The snakes move through it, regardless.