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“Thomas, he was brilliant. The kind of man that can charm everybody, you know? He would walk into a room and people would flock to him straight away. I was no different. I was infatuated straight away. Wanted him to love me as much as everybody else loved him.”
John’s mouth feels dry and his limbs are heavy, lethargic when he tries to move them. He wants to run away, to cover his ears, but this is what he asked for.
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Tom’s voice is angelic. He sings with a steady voice, no wavering at all, and strums a pattern of repeating chords. Harry watches the way his fingers dance over the frets, mesmerised.
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Tom is a singer. Harry is his muse. It’s just a shame they haven’t met yet.
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Really, he only seeks her out to gloat. He wants to see her scared and hurt and confused, laugh at her fear and scoff at any tentative pleas for help she might make. He wants to ask her how it feels, to be the one afraid. There is a nasty, vindictive streak of darkness inside him, slashing him in half from head to toe, that wants to see her cry, that wants to twist the knife.
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“You don’t work here,” he says, dragging his eyes up and down Harry’s body in a slow once-over. “I’d remember you.” Harry shuffles his feet and, for some reason, the movement makes the man smirk. Harry’s cheeks flame. Fuck this guy.
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Tom Riddle might just be the most pompous, entitled, self serving man Harry has ever met. If only his attempts at seduction weren’t so effective. -
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“What do you think happened, Eds?” Richie replies, not unkindly. Bill’s cheeks burn. Is he really that predictable? It’s embarrassing that he has to run to his friends every time Robert does something that upsets him. He’s going to start becoming more of a burden than a friend.
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Hardison paused in the kitchen entryway, leaning against the door frame in a move he’d curated and which never failed to earn his arms gratifying looks from his partners. Parker’s tended to be appreciatory, while Eliot’s were just as appreciatory - but slightly angrier about it.
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29 Mar 2021