EMPYREAN || T.M.R.

•TWENTY SIX•

tw maybe?? ... i dunno???

just tom riddle being possessive tom riddle 🤷‍♀️

but i know u guys love him like this 😼

Conscious blinked awake as she felt light shine over her eyes, her head felt heavy and body felt exhausted. She slowly raised her arm to block out the light as her eyes adjusted from her sleep.

Sleep..? She thought to herself. She sat up slowly and soon realized that this wasn't her bed, it wasn't this soft.. nor this large. She looked around the room, she's never been in here before. It was a grand master bedroom, the king sized bed she laid on was fitted with dark emerald sheets to match the large drapes that were open, allowing the morning sunlight to seep through. She glanced to the left to see the door a few feet away, it was shut.

The last thing she could recall was Harry's quidditch match, and that was it. She tried to move from the bed but her body felt heavy and weak, almost as if she was too drunk to move, but she couldn't taste any residue of alcohol. She took a deep breath and put herself in a sitting position, her back against the dark oak headboard. She tried her best to recall anything prior but for some reason she couldn't, nothing about where she was felt familiar either.

Suddenly she heard the sounds of a door unlocking, she snapped her head in the direction to see Tom walking in with a tray of breakfast and tea. She suspected he must have been involved but seeing him now confirmed it.

"You're awake I've had the elves prepare us breakfast in bed. Plenty of fruits, cheese, bread and tea." Tom spoke as he shut the door behind him, casting another locking spell afterwards before walking towards her on the bed.

Conscious stared at him in silence, they haven't communicated since the Weasley attack nearly a month ago. And now, it's clear Tom has done something to her memories and is keeping her somewhere shes completely unknown to.

Tom placed the tray in front of her before taking a seat at the edge of the bed on the left side. He waved his hand and she watched the kettle hover in the air as it self poured their tea. "Would you like milk? Sugar?"

Conscious continued to blink at him, and for once she felt speechless. She felt her heart beating in her chest, she didn't feel anything but discomfort here.

Tom tiled his head, "Would you prefer coffee?"

"How did I get here." Conscious finally spoke. She was extremely uncomfortable and unsettled at how calm and mundane he was being despite it being clear that he has taken her against her constant demands not to.

"Perhaps some warm milk instead." Tom continued, "The weather this winter has been terrible."

"Where have you taken me Tom?" Conscious asked again. He paused his moments, resting his hand as the kettle floated back down to the tray.

"I've brought you back home, our home."

Conscious froze, her brows furrowing in confusion. "What?"

Tom signed as he stood from the end of the bed walking to sit closer to the front. He sat near Conscious and took her hands in his bring them to his lips placing small gentle kisses on each finger.

"You were meant to be by my side from the very beginning. You were stripped of that right fifty years ago, I lost you once and I cannot lose you again." Tom spoke, his words full of possession, he refused to accept a life he didn't deserve and he deserved this more than anything. "I rebuilt this house for us, my plans with you were never complete and I refuse to accept that."

Conscious stared at their hands, she hadn't at looked him directly yet and she couldn't bring herself to. "How did I get here, I can't remember anything." She asked, and Tom's sudden vice like grip on her hands at her ignorance caused her to hiss in pain.