atychiphobia-the extreme fear of failure.
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It's not in Tom riddle's nature to care for anyone.
In fact, he doubts he's ever truly cared for someone at all in the entire 16 years he's been alive.
He's also never held any interest towards the oppos...
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chapter six—tom riddle's plan
Avalyn's eyes flicker to Tom Riddle who's now stood beside them with a smirk on his taunting face. The girl sighs, standing slightly straighter to appear taller as Tom looks down his nose on her.
"Mind if I borrow your date, Rosier?" Riddle asks, holding a hand out and Evan clears his throat bowing his head yes and making Avalyn look to him incredulously. "Shall we dance, or sit?"
"Dance, it might distract me from who I'm speaking to." She mutters, taking his hand and allowing him to place his left one on her hip making her square her shoulders at the feeling of his hand gripping the curve.
Placing a hand on his shoulder, the pair begin to slowly move to the music and she lets her eyes flicker up to his face making him move his eyes away from her face and to their intertwined fingers. He lets his index finger trace the lines on her palm before slowly trailing down her arm and gripping the other side of her hip.
He feels the urge to smirk at her silence, he can just hear her soft, shaky breaths as his hand made its way to her hip. She slowly places her now free hand on his other shoulder, allowing him to control the movements of her hips.
The confident words she had planned to say to him got caught in her throat, her eyelashes fluttering reach time she blinks and forcing Tom to look away. He feels almost vulnerable for a moment, the way her lips are slightly parted and her hazel brown eyes blink innocently up at him.
"Have you been having any nice dreams as of late, Feathers?" He asks her and she lets out a breath, feeling his thumb run over the bone of her hip.
"They're not nice." Avalyn snaps at him, finding her voice once again. "They're absurd and I'd appreciate it if you stayed out of my head."
"I knew you were a smart one." Riddle chuckles, shaking his head. She glares up at him. "I've just been practicing. Legilimency, I think I'm becoming rather skilled at it."
Her thoughts are interrupted by an image, of Tom Riddle beneath her as she kisses his lips passionately making her blink and quickly shake her head.
"Stop it. I mean it, Riddle. Stay out of my head."
"Or what?" He chuckles, leaning down so his nose is almost touching hers. "What will you do, Feathers?"
She stares up at him, feeling his cool breath his her lips and she sucks in some air through her nose, adjusting her grip on his shoulders making him smirk and stands straight once again.
"I despise you." Avalyn says to him and he chuckles under his breath. "It's not funny, I'm being genuine. You're cruel, and you're rude and honestly if you getting into my head is some strange way of getting me into bed with you, it's failing. Miserably."
