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I took prompts to celebrate my flist's hitting the 800 friends mark, and I'll be posting the results as I complete the drabbles.

4. streussal prompted me with: Tom Marvolo Riddle - Compromise.

The Svengali Sets His First Honey Trap (G; Tom Marvolo Riddle; 100 words)

Dying—there was nothing worse. Philosophers spoke of the adventures to be had beyond death, but Tom knew that such men had never delved as deeply into pure magic as had he. No, they concerned themselves with crafting fairytales about their vaunted bloodlines, and dissipated their power by indulging in the mythologies and . . . mechanics of "love."


He would not leave a legacy of flesh; he would become his own legacy—and love, his tool.

Women moved men; to lead, a lord required their love. It was an unfortunate but necessary compromise to be endured while securing followers.

"Good evening, Mrs Black."


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May. 25th, 2008 10:15 am (UTC)
Poetically beautiful and bone chilling at the same time! Fab xx
May. 25th, 2008 10:31 am (UTC)
You know, that's exactly the way I'd describe "Mrs Black." *dances*
May. 25th, 2008 04:10 pm (UTC)
Very nicely insightful!
May. 28th, 2008 10:04 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
May. 25th, 2008 05:57 pm (UTC)
Tom Riddle is so ewww... and you've captured him beautifully here.
May. 28th, 2008 10:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :D
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