Ambrosia; the fruit eaten by the gods, rumored to grant immortality to whomever consumes it but a forbidden fruit to mortals.
In which,
She is his Ambrosia and he was ready to risk it all.
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~••Ambrosia••~
A small sigh left pink lips as, a little after curfew, she carefully her way back to the dungeons. Disappointment pooled inside of her and turned into a strong rage. She wasn't sure she was going to be able to go another day with the way things were.
It infuriated her how absolutely childish Tom was acting in avoiding her. He had even gone so far as to avoid the chamber of secrets for the day. It stung because she knew how hard he must be avoiding her to even stall on his search of Salazar Slytherin's personal library.
"Irene." A familiar voice called out her name as she made her way into the common room and she would have ignored it if she didn't get the urge to look over.
Tom was sat in a big plush green chair, arms thrown on the armrest lazily as if it were a throne. And with how comfortable that particular chair was, it might as well have been.
"Tom." She greeted testily, almost entirely fed up with this childishness. This would descend into a yelling match bigger than fiendfyre.
As he opened his mouth, she geared up ready to release this anger she's been holding in all day, only to be left in surprise.
"I'm sorry." The two words came from his mouth hesitantly and her ears almost strained to catch them. Her mouth opened in surprise and he flashed an amused smile at her disbelief. "Here, come sit with me." A pale hand gestured to a green chair that she knew wasn't as comfortable as his chair.
She almost smiled at the fact that even when he was being the bigger person he held a slight grudge. Taking a seat in the chair, she faced him with a blank face. Taking in the the faintly irritated look on his face, she felt smug. It was his own fault he was irritated, sitting with obnoxious people instead of her.
A sigh left her lips and she banished that thought. "I'm sorry too." And she was. She was sorry for letting anger get the best of her and forgetting that he was behaving childishly because he was a child.
She seemed to forget that no matter how mature he was for his age, he was still his age. Certain things wouldn't make sense to him because he had no reason to try to understand them before.
Like the value of another life never would pop up in his head, just the consequences of taking one. And with a scapegoat in a mystical basilisk, he wouldn't have a real reason to care for the consequences.
She had to appeal to him and not logic beneficial to the world. She was starting to see that even though Tom Riddle wasn't as fucked up as he was before, he was still pretty damaged and not quite right. Maybe he was born this way.
Maybe she didn't want to fix him. Maybe she wanted to ruin him as he was ruining her. Because surely, he had something to do with how she seemed to operate these days.
