Title: Drowning
Chapter: One of one
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry, Tom Marvolo Riddle/Voldemort
Rating: T
Warnings: Angst, slash
Summary: Or was this real life—trapped forever looking into calculating eyes and a serpent's smile?
Notes: I've been on a huge HP/TMR kick lately, which is pretty awesome cause they're my Harry Potter OTP like whoa. This was written when I was meant to be doing one of my (annoyingly important) uni assignments. Too bad I can't just submit this instead.
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The whispers consumed him, pulling him back and forth from the abyss. He knew they weren't there—deep down, far away, too close, a hair's breadth away, lost, gone—they weren't there in real life. Or was this real life—trapped forever looking into calculating eyes and a serpent's smile?
The whispers brushed his skin sometimes, like fingertips. He was trembling. He was flying, he was floating, he was falling.
The whispers brushed his cheeks, his brow, his jaw, his lips. They spoke of promises, happiness, love—they spoke only lies, but—
"Submit to me."
"Yes."
He had already fallen.