Pinkish colored skin, remnants of the chiseled ramparts covering the peripheral parts of his heart, reflecting in the moonlight seeking for comfort in your room.
You were the one to stitch those walls back up with pores, to welcome the loving of your own.
Invisible threads connecting those who belonged, from the beginning of the start until the end of the finish line.
Woven by the soft touch of fingertips leaving warm, hot patterns behind like it were its canvas. Painting it with affection.
Threads so delicate, so easily breakable by the slightest tension caused by the hatred filling the veins of the person who bore the same blood.
Of whom designed the starting line in the heart of his heir, his son, unwillingly but forced by faith. Not able to be altered by even the darkest of minds.
Waiting to be connected by its long lost partner, found in the center of your own heart.
Because even hatred can't avoid faith, so desperately anticipated by Mattheo Riddle.
Faith that brought you to him.
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Harry Potter One Shots
Fiksi PenggemarThis is a collection of small stories: from headcanons to one shots. These were all initially posted on my Tumblr @doremimosasol. I decided to start posting some of my writings on Wattpad too :) It's mainly Mattheo Riddle at the moment but it will...
