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toma. (soriddled) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-11-06 21:25:00

Entry tags:

ch: can: albus potter, ch: swap: toma riddle, p: emmy, p: kit

Who: Toma Riddle^swap & Albus Potter^color
What: A confrontation.
When: 6 November; Evening
Where: The beach cabin they're sharing.
Warnings: TBD, unlikely.

Toma was not happy. As a matter of fact, she was very much so frustrated and on edge. She'd thought she'd been making the right decision when she'd effectively alienated Albus after telling him she didn't want him to follow her to whichever world she and Mr. Gamma went to when this project was over. It wasn't strictly true, per se, but she didn't want every Potter on the compound warding her trying to change her mind. Didn't they know how easy it was for her to make the selfish choice? How it was the natural thing for her to do to tell him to forget everyone else and follow her?

Well, it did not matter because Toma had already made up her mind and no amount of convincing or insistences from various Potters were going to change her mind. This was how things had to be and this was how things were.

This wasn't really like her at all. She could say with certainty that this had never been a problem she'd ever had to face before. She'd never had anyone in her life that she'd needed to care about before and now, suddenly, there was Oscar and ... Albus and, sometimes, Helena (though she still had mixed feelings about Albus' daughter with some random woman, even though she liked the small child well enough herself). What had happened to the days when her only pursuit was that of power and knowledge. What happened to her search for immortality and the control she'd held over other somewhat like-minded, yet weaker, individuals. Here, they all knew everything about her. Here, her charms and manipulations couldn't work. Here, she was the ten-year-old girl fresh to the compound from Wool's again.

Frowning to herself, Toma packed her few things into her tote bag to take them back to the compound where she was planning on sleeping for the remainder of this world. It was obviously not a good idea for Albus to be around her because it made him make ridiculous decisions so she was going to make a space between them. Shouldering her bag, Toma turned to head out..

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soriddled
2012-11-09 05:33 pm UTC (link)

As Albus took the few steps required to leave the room, Toma was incensed. They were discussing nothing if he left the room and, while she wanted him to let her go so that he could make the right decision, part of her inexplicably could not let him go. She wanted to win, wanted to be right but she didn't want him to leave. Never before in her life had she felt so conflicted. All of her emotions and thoughts had been very clear. She'd never once had to question her intentions or her desired outcome or what was best for her. Now, though ... well, as she'd said, Albus was her exception.

A second after he'd left, Toma followed him out and, hands on her hips, said, "You can't just walk out in the middle of a conversation. Our discussion was not finished." She'd been aiming for a tone that chastised his actions but instead of sounding miffed, she just sounded hurt. Merlina, she didn't recognize herself anymore.

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justordinary
2012-11-09 05:42 pm UTC (link)

He gripped at the strands of his hair, holding them tight in his hands, while his palms shielded his face from view. Tears fell freely against his skin, hot against his face, and he tried to catch his breath in those very few seconds that he had solitude from the argument. He didn't know what he expected. He ran from confrontations at home. He hid from them if they were going to make him upset or he just held onto his anger, speaking his mind freely regardless of how heated the conversation would get. But he couldn't do that now. He couldn't hold onto anger with her because it wasn't a matter of being angry. He was hurt, he was frightened, and he was confused.

Lifting his head, he looked up to her. He had no excuse for his retreat and he had no way of pushing back how exposed he now looked. He never wanted Toma to see him vulnerable as he now looked.

"I'm sorry," was what he did say, in response, not even trying to give an excuse. An excuse was pointless. How could he give one? He didn't want her to see him this way. But she had followed him and seen anyway. An excuse was irrelevant. He pushed his palms down onto the floor and forced himself to stand once again.

He wouldn't continue this by being some weeping mess on the ground. He rose, looked her dead in the eye, and found her couldn't summon any further words. He had caught her tone. She was hurt too. Why was this so hard on them both?

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soriddled
2012-11-09 05:48 pm UTC (link)

"I don't want your apologies," Toma chided, "I want you to not do it. If you have something to say, then say it. Otherwise, end the conversation some other way than just walking away." She wasn't really intending to be harsh though, really, she kind of naturally was, anyway. It was just that she was being honest and she wanted him to be, too. She didn't want excuses, she didn't care if he was vulnerable because she'd already proven that that was something she wasn't interested in taking advantage of. She legitimately cared what was on his mind.

Care. There was that word again.

Toma pursed her lips and filled her presence in every ing of her height as she met his look right on. Tilting her chin up in subtle defiance, she asked, "What?"

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justordinary
2012-11-09 05:57 pm UTC (link)

He didn't look away from her even as she spoke about his action. "I still give it," he said, with far less strength then he had at the beginning of all of this, and he found his head cocking to the side when she tilted her chin up. The question was so simple. It was direct and yet it was was not, all at once.

"Don't go," was how he chose to answer it. It was what was on his mind. It was his point. He didn't want her to leave. He didn't want himself to leave.

And, with a sense of almost desperation intermingled with foolish Potter courage, he stepped forward toward her, his hand reaching out, cautiously, to let his finger tips brush against the back of her hand. He knew her boundaries, he had known them even as a child, and he didn't wish to step over them, but he wanted the gesture to still be understood.

He didn't want her to go. "Please."

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soriddled
2012-11-09 06:06 pm UTC (link)

Toma felt the heat rise at the back of her neck as Albus' fingers brushed against her hand. Her natural reaction was to pull away, to be averse to even the simplest of touches but, this time, she did not. On the contrary, she twisted her hand to tentatively wrap her fingers around his. Voice softened and brow furrowed with an expression of conflict playing at her features, Toma shook her head once as if trying to sort her thoughts and said, "You're still making a bad decision."

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	justordinary 2012-11-09 06:11 pm UTC (link)
	He let his hand close, his thumb brushing gently back and forth against her skin, as he continued to hold her hand. For the first time since the days prior, he gave the smallest shift of a smile. His head shook in disagreement, but only in a subtle direction, as he whispered, "Only time will tell." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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