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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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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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