I'M SORRY FOR ALL THE BLOOD I LEFT ON YOUR LIPS / FOR LOVING YOU INTO RUIN.

EVEN GOD.

The first thing that changed was his eyes, I think. My mother always told me that the eyes were the windows to your soul. With time they blackened and withered, like rotting fruit. Next was his mouth, which quickly sewed itself shut in my presence, needle and thread in constant movement whilst blood spilled through the gaps and down his chin.

     His hands, his feet, which were once elegant too withered, veins turned into barbed wires lining the wrist, tearing and slicing already dead flesh. Then at last his heart, once valiant and determined, turned to tar. My heart followed, as it had followed him into all things.

If you cut him, he won't bleed. I tried to once, but his life had been drained and disposed of long ago. I think he can pass on the rot to others, and I can't help but wonder— I fear that perhaps he passed it onto me. Isn't it funny? No? Perhaps a bit strange? I suppose to those looking on the outside it isn't.

( Ara Hendrix's letter to Albus Dumbledore, on Tom Riddle. )

in other words . . .

YEARS AGO, ARA SINNED.
She shunned the churches, bit God's shoulder and disgraced Adam and Eve. She sinned with Tom Riddle as her poison apple; sweeter than honey, freer than God's garden, her own personal genesis.

She loved him with all the fire of hell burning inside her. So much, that Ara Hendrix didn't notice his subtle shift of behaviour until it was far too late and his teeth were covered in viscera and claws seeping with red.

Ages have past since then, and her memories no longer threaten to choke her. Retribution is just out of reach with Tom's absence and all Ara can do is pray for a second chance.

as described ...
ARA HENDRIX

your words turn into knives and
you've killed me already, in a way.

lorenzo zurzolo...
TOM RIDDLE

you're shaking. are you scared, ara?
good. i want you to be.

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Sora Choi . . . Itsuki Hirata
Zhenya Katava . . . Sypha Volkov
Aya Jones . . . Trinny Dumont
Mads Mikkelson . . . Horace Slughorn

note tom marvolo riddle is an ugly cruel man who in this fic finds himself destroying and, in a way, slowly destroyed by my character because- women. if you came here for some out of character romance / soulmate shit / smut then you are in the WRONG place. yes the plot is super cringey and not even remotely well planned but bear with me and it might get better 😫

below are the warnings for this fic. if any of the topics mentioned make you uncomfortable, please don't force yourself to read, just exit the book. i love you and would never want you upset!

warning mentions + descriptions of gore, violence, explicit language, alcohol, toxic relationships, manipulation, mutual destruction, familial issues, sacreligious undertones.

disclaimer i do not own Harry Potter, I do however own any dialogue / characters that do not appear in the books / movies.

credits      the layout of this book is made by me, so ask if you want to take inspo. if you don't you may or may not get your teeth pulled out in your sleep <\3

Let our love be a flame, not an ember.
Say it's me you want to dismember.
TOM LEHRER / MASOCHISM TANGO

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