poison ivy; tom riddle

v | lilac

Lava swims down my throat, burning and twisting my insides with its poison. Normally, I wouldn't drink at these sorts of things- I have been known for not handling drinks very well, as you know.

I still remember the disappointment swirling in your orbs of ichor. The way you slammed my head into the wall-

My eyes prick with rose thorns. You've never been gentle, I cannot change you.

I love you as you are.

Blood and all.

But you are not here and if you were your eyes would most likely not drift my way.

So, I sip and sip and sip until I am in a perfect haze.

Olive is up and dancing, perhaps I should go-

I fall into the rhythm, my body flows through a sea of snakes and happiness drowns me.

I'm dancing but my corset is too tight-

Mulciber hands me another drink, thank you!

Lava touches my throat once again but I cannot feel the fire, all I feel is a dizzy bliss-

I clutch my pearl necklace, I hope my mascara hasn't run off, run off! How can mascara run! It doesn't have legs!

Laughs burst out of me like a flurry of fireworks. My smile is unbreakable. I feel my corset grow tighter with each breath, how do you loosen the ties-

I've never heard the music that is playing but I somehow know all the words. My throat is sore from shouting, I go to get another drink to soothe the sting when I'm handed one from grey eyes and platinum blonde hair- Malfoy! I haven't seen you in ages, how are you!

I don't remember a conversation but now I am dancing in a room of subservient ribbons.

Dangling, dancing, dangling, dancing.

I feel arms wrap around my waist like tentacles. My corset tightens. These hands are unfamiliar.

Is it you? Have you come to dance with me?

No, you would never dance, especially not in a place like this.

I try to turn but it seems the tentacles are made of stone, stiffer than the boning of my corset.

Each breath in me shakes like a tremor.

Perhaps I don't want to taste another man's lips.

Perhaps I was wrong.

Perhaps I should have just found you but I didn't and I'm so brainless.

Where are you? I need you more than ever now.

I feel the mystery press wet kisses underneath my ear and I feel as though I'm going to be sick.

I try to pry his stiff fingers off but my arms are like ribbons. I'm weak and lost and vulnerable.

Someone help me, please.

But no one can hear me, I cannot even hear myself.

Am I thinking aloud or in my head?

A tongue moves down my neck and I feel his crotch press onto my backside.

Where is Evan? He would help.

Is he with you?

Olive? Where is she?

My vision deceives me, everyone is a wisp of colour.

Surely you must see me?

Surely someone must see me?

A hand moves beneath my skirt, I try to angle myself away from him but he seems to surround me.