If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn. ━━ Donna Tartt
PRESENTING . . .
written by Rowan (@yutarikas, 2022)
Do you not fear God?
I fear you.
━━☆⌒*.
How many fractures can a mind behold before it breaks?
As far as Ivory Leroy has deduced, it's more than she can count on two hands. An overwhelming abundance of splitting and cracking until it shatters, tearing at the seams until she is ripped into two. Every terrible dream that leaves her sweat-soaked, trembling and utterly convinced her walls are tainted crimson with blood, every vision of a past she'd buried with bones and ashes, every interaction with Dumbledore who pushes into her frail psyche, with invasive claws and unmerciful harshness.
Where Hogwarts stood, a luminous sanctuary for the Wizarding world that had spent millenniums creeping silently in the gloomy underworld, just beneath mortal touch, it cast a long and dreary shadow, hiding sinister secrets in it's obsidian cover.
Perhaps, as some people are born for power, others are born for misery.
In essence, Ivory Leroy is a hollow abyss where malicious power festers, untouched, uncultivated and uncared for. Ten lifetimes of melancholy and despair brimming within her few years, every dawn bringing another rupture to her crumbling mind, hurdling her towards a breaking point.
And Tom Riddle is not an idiot, he knows potential when he sees it. He could smell it on her the moment she first stepped into the Great Hall. A breaking girl, holding within her porcelain hands, the power of gods. Power, he concludes, that will be his.
Give a hungry dog a bone, it'll be loyal to you forever, he whispers to Rosier. But Ivory isn't hungry, she's starving.
Starving dogs are never loyal, not when their master is so delectable.
Your love tastes sweet...
your viscera will be sweeter.
DISCLAIMER. I do not own Harry Potter, or any related characters or materials. I do own my original characters and their plots. I am not romanticising any of the topics featured in this fic, nor the relationship between Tom and Ivory - this story is specifically depicting an unhealthy, abusive relationship, and will be exploring that as it is. This is not a romantic story. Please read with caution.
CONTENT WARNINGS. Toxic relationship, psychological, verbal and emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, descriptions of violence and murder, gore, body horror, allusions to sexual situations, child murder, contextual mentions of war.
AUTHORS NOTE. What is this? Rowan finally re-doing the hideous layout on her Tom Riddle fic? Yep. Despite the new layout, I will not be editing the first few chapters (I am going to be heavily focussing on finishing this fic before I go back and edit.) And yeah, you guys know what's going on. Have fun and please be safe.
TRAILER. I think this counts as a trailer? If anything, it's a funky little edit.