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swallowing mud, swallowing glass, the smell of blood on the first four knuckles. we pull our boots on with both hands but we can't punch ourselves awake and all i can do is stand on the curb and say i'm sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.
- little beast | richard siken
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Tom Riddle doesn't play by the rules. Deities writhe beneath his right hand as he deals deceitful decks of cards with his left. By day he dons the bones of a man and by night the mask of a monster.
Elvira Alarie had never met her match in a man. Her own father fell at her feet, his blood spilling on her mother's cream carpet like carmine wine, for destruction is a fate far harsher than death.
Someone's made a graveyard out of Hogwarts. the halls run wine red with the purest blood the wizarding world has to offer and homicide has never hit quite so close to home for the sacred 28.
Purebloods are dropping like flies and Tom Riddle's plans are right on the edge of a precipice. Elvira has a decision to make; charged with the murder of daddy dearest or damned alongside Riddle and his psychopathic social circle.
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the way you slam your body into mine reminds me i'm alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling, and they're only a few steps behind you, finding the flaw, the poor weld, the place where we weren't stitched up quite right.
- snow and dirty rain | richard siken
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warnings: depictions of death, murder, violence, physical abuse, suicide, alcohol abuse, manipulation and blood superiority. best read in dark mode & hoefler text. tom riddle and the wizarding world do not belong to me, only the plot and my oc's. this is not a romantic love story !!
