poison ivy; tom riddle

iii | oak

Why won't you just look at me?

I feel invisible. Do your eyes deceive you?

Can you see me? Other people seem to.

Each beat of my heart sends venom through my veins. I feel I may fall like a loose ribbon in the middle of the Great Hall.

Would you watch my breakdown then? Watch my love for you carve out my chest and display it on a platter.

Would you watch me then?

I watch you, your face crafted by the gods. So charming, so deadly.

Obsession isn't healthy, Ivy.

My daydream is interrupted. Olive sits to my left piling roast potatoes onto my plate.

I roll my eyes, So I have heard. My obsession is commitment, my obsession is passion, and my obsession is love. You see that, don't you?

I don't understand it. You could have anyone and yet you stay hypnotised by Tom Riddle. I see the marks he leaves on you-

Olive. You'd be proud of my voice if you're listening.

Ivy! You can't pretend all of them are lovebites. She looks down to my forearm, a lilac pressed beneath my skin where you held me a bit too hard-

But it's fine. Really, it's fine. I know you can't help it.

For Merlin's sake, keep your voice down. Yes, he may be slightly aggressive but it doesn't change my feelings. Every flower has its faults.

When he kills you-

What? Like when you killed Myrtle Warren?

Olive looks like she had been stabbed in the heart. I regret bringing that up. I know I shouldn't have but I will defend you, Tom, until my last dying breath.

No matter what.

I didn't kill Myrtle Warren. Her voice is bubbling acid waiting to explode in my face.

I look up at her, clearly taken back by my outburst.

Tom isn't going to kill me. I may not be the smartest but I know somewhere inside him, he cares for me.

I'm not going to reply to that as long as you promise me you are careful, I've heard things...about him.

I promise.

My little finger curls around hers and I feel somewhat better.

I love Olive. She just doesn't understand us. She doesn't understand what we have. I don't think anyone does.

Just you and me in our little fantasy.

You girls coming for drinks in the common room later? A boy, I think is Mulciber, I'm not looking, says.

I'd rather bathe in the tears of my undying sorrow whilst I wait for you to finally acknowledge me, Tom, but...would you be jealous if I found home in another mouth?

Would it slit your throat with a searing blade?

Would it fill your heart with acid and run fire through your veins?

Would it hollow your chest with a maddening hunger, rip out your heart and drown it in a sea of lost souls?

I am correct, the boy is Muliciber.

I give him a smile that you would call too sweet and caress the pearls around my neck, we'll be there.

He smirks back at me.

Are you looking at me now?