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ʚ 3rd person ɞ
IN THE CHILLING depths of Angel's mission to eliminate a man, the cold tendrils of her past ensnared her in an unexpected vice grip.
There he was, his lean body against the cobble grey wall smoking cigarette. His mask covered his face but she knows that's the man she has to kill by his eyes. Although she can sense some familiarity in them she decides to ignore. 'Do I know anyone that has greyish blue eyes? Fuck, I need to focus on this task. ' She says to herself.
She moved quick and sinisterly, Tom's voice echoing in her head. As the confrontation unfolded, the air thick with tension, the moment arrived when the anonymity of her target would be peeled away. With a swift motion, she wrestled down the mask that concealed the face of her enemy, only to be met with a visage that sent shivers down her spine. It was him.
No no no no. FUCK.
Why did it have to be him out of everyone.. It seems like he noticed it's me too by the look in his eyes. The same eyes that haunts me till now. The man who caused me the greatest pain. The man who hurt me regardless it was sexual, mentally or physically. It was him. The perpetrator of pain etched deeply into her memories.
"Oh? Angelina. Long time no see. I wonder how tight you have gotten over the years. " His sick laugh erupts as I shudder from fear, anger, and ambition.
The revelation struck like a thunderbolt, unlocking a floodgate of haunting recollections. In the recesses of her mind, she found herself transported back to the echoes of her childhood, where this very man had cast a malevolent shadow over her innocence. The scars he had carved into her psyche, wounds that time had failed to fully now pulsed with a renewed intensity. She was going to kill him and there was no stopping her.
As the fight raged on, each blow exchanged became a cathartic release of pent-up rage and hatred. Angel's visceral reaction was not just to a faceless adversary but to the embodiment of her darkest nightmares. The same man who had tormented her in youth, the architect of her childhood trauma, now stood as an impediment to her quest for closure.
Yet, the cruel hand of fate didn't stop there. Another layer of her traumatic past unraveled as she glimpsed a chilling flashback – the haunting scene of a car crash. The same man, responsible for the vehicle collision that had brought her perilously close to death alongside Mattheo, now confronted her in a different battleground. The weight of that near-fatal incident resurfaced, intertwining with the fresh wounds of her childhood, creating a volatile concoction of pain and resentment.
In this harrowing moment, Angel's hatred burned with an unrelenting flame, fueled not only by the professional duty to eliminate a threat but by a deep-seated personal vendetta. Her ambition to rid the world of this tormentor transcended the boundaries of a mere mission. It became a fervent crusade for justice, a chance to rewrite the narrative that this man had callously dictated in the chapters of her life.
As Angel grappled with her tormentor, each strike was a symbolic act of defiance against the specters of her past. The fight was no longer confined to the physical realm; it was a battleground of memories, a clash between the woman she had become and the haunting shadows that threatened to pull her back into the abyss. Driven by an unyielding ambition to vanquish the ghosts that had long haunted her, Angel fought not only for her survival but for the reclamation of her own agency in a narrative that had once been marred by the cruelty of this very man.
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As she entered the foreboding Riddle Manor, a silent witness to her conquest, the ominous presence of Voldemort greeted her. A nod of satisfaction passed between them, a tacit acknowledgment that the task was accomplished. Voldemort, gleeful in his malevolence, vanished into the shadows, leaving Angel alone with the weight of her deeds.
The numbness persisted, a shield against the guilt that failed to pierce through. Strangely absent was the remorse that often accompanied such acts, for the man she had killed was not merely a casualty; he was her tormentor, the source of unrelenting anguish that had trailed her through the corridors of her past.
In this desolate moment, Tom emerged, a solitary figure whose presence held a unique understanding of the shadows that haunted Angel's soul. As tears welled in her eyes, the floodgates of emotion finally opened. Tom, with a tenderness that belied the enigmatic exterior he often presented to the world, embraced her in a gesture that transcended the boundaries of mere comfort.
Amidst the tears and shared vulnerability, Tom and Angel found solace in each other's company. Their connection, born from shared traumas and a profound understanding, was a testament to the profound care they held for one another. In the quiet of the moment, Tom's support became a lifeline for Angel, a reassurance that even in the aftermath of darkness, there existed a source of light and understanding.
As they navigated the complex tapestry of their intertwined destinies, Tom and Angel proved to be pillars of strength for each other. Their caring and empathy, forged in the crucible of shared pain, became the foundation of a bond that defied the expectations of the world they inhabited. In a quiet corner of Riddle Manor, amidst tears and whispers of shared secrets, Tom and Angel discovered a rare sanctuary—a refuge in each other's arms, where the echoes of the past were softened by the balm of mutual understanding and unwavering support.
In the intricate dance of shadows and shared vulnerabilities, Tom and Angel found themselves woven into a tapestry of understanding and connection that surpassed the boundaries of their tumultuous world. Over time, the enigmatic layers of Tom's persona began to unravel in the presence of Angel, revealing a softer side that few had the privilege to witness.
Angel, with her haunted past and the weight of her own demons, became the key that unlocked the empathetic depths within Tom. Her resilience, coupled with the scars she bore, resonated with the concealed recesses of his own tumultuous history. Beneath the veneer of a formidable wizard, Tom harbored wounds and insecurities that mirrored Angel's, creating an unspoken understanding that formed the foundation of their growing connection.
Tom's soft spot for Angel manifested in moments of subtle reassurance and genuine concern. He became a steadfast presence during the aftershocks of her darker missions, offering a hand to steady her when the numbness threatened to consume. His enigmatic exterior crumbled in the face of her vulnerability, revealing a side of him that yearned for a connection unburdened by the machinations of power.
Conversely, Angel's own heart softened in the presence of Tom's vulnerability. Behind the calculated demeanor, she discerned the complexities that lay within him — a man grappling with the shadows of his past and the insatiable pursuit of power. In these moments, she discovered a shared humanity that transcended the boundaries of their roles in the wizarding world.
Their soft spots for each other became evident in the quiet moments of solace and shared confidences. Tom, typically guarded and aloof, found solace in the genuine understanding and compassion that Angel offered. Similarly, Angel, who had known the loneliness of her own struggles, found comfort in Tom's unexpected displays of care and concern.
In the quiet sanctuary they forged together, Tom and Angel found solace in the understanding that even the most formidable hearts could harbor a soft spot for the right kindred spirit.
"I've got you Angie. " This sentence let alone made Angel climb to him vloser. The two soul trapped and enclosed sharing and pouring out their hearts to each other.
In the amidst of the shadows Mattheo ascended the stairs of the imposing Riddle Manor, he inadvertently became a silent witness to a tableau that would forever alter the delicate fabric of his emotions. There, in an unsuspecting corner, Tom and Angel were locked in an embrace that transcended the boundaries of casual camaraderie. Mattheo, unseen and unnoticed, felt the weight of his own existence unravel in the face of their shared connection.
Tom, engrossed in the moment, remained oblivious to Mattheo's silent ascent. On the other hand, Angel, perceptive as ever, felt the shift in the air. Her gaze flickered to the necklace she had given Mattheo – the bonding necklace that held the secret of their intertwined emotions. In that unspoken exchange, Mattheo's feelings of helplessness, tinged with a sense of longing, reverberated through the pendant.
The gaze exchanged between Angel and Mattheo spoke volumes, a silent confession of emotions too complex to be articulated in words. In that fleeting moment, the forbidden nature of their connection surfaced, echoing the uncharted territories of their intertwined destinies. Mattheo, unable to tear his eyes away, grappled with the realization that his love for Angel was a clandestine affair, veiled by the complexities of their entangled lives.
Angel, her eyes mirroring a storm of conflicting emotions, understood the unspoken boundaries that shackled their love. The intensity of their connection, tethered by the necklace that now bore witness to the tumult within them, served as a reminder that the path they longed to tread was marred by the inevitability of distance.
A sense of forbidden love hung in the air, an unspoken agreement that their hearts could only dance around the edges of possibility. Mattheo, relegated to the shadows of an unrequited love, grappled with the paradox of yearning for someone who seemed just out of reach. Angel, equally entangled in the web of emotions, faced the harsh truth that the love they harbored could only be expressed through stolen glances and concealed sentiments.
As Mattheo continued his ascent, the haunting realization lingered — their hearts, bound by an invisible thread, could only beat in harmony from a distance. Love, a force that defied the constraints of reason, became a bittersweet melody that played in the recesses of their shared gaze. In the echoing halls of Riddle Manor, Mattheo and Angel confronted the harsh reality that their love, though profound, could only exist in the shadows, where the depths of their emotions intertwined but remained untouchable.
‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝐿𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑊𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙
Raven 💌
in another life, Tom and Angel
would be soul mates 😔😔
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