1 [Accidental Video]

[nexmosnonlucror]

[There is a rather ungainly thud as a figure lands, hard, on the ground. Pale trembling fingers sink into the soil to push the boy -- no more than sixteen -- onto his hands and knees. He is breathing heavily, a thin sheen of sweat covering his handsome face -- but that glint in his eyes shows a tremendous amount of life.

Thin lips purse together as the boy lifts his head, black hair falling into his eyes as he forces himself to look around his surroundings. One hand is curled around a thin piece of wood -- thirteen inches long, made of yew, to those that are truly paying attention -- and the boy pushes himself back to sit on his heels, laying the wand in the palm of his hand, dark eyes fixated upon it as he whispers:]

Point Me.

[The wand does not move. There is the slightest twitch in his cheek as the teenager hisses it again:]

Point --

[But from behind the teenager, there is a louder hiss -- a snarl, actually -- and Tom Marvolo Riddle twists his body around to stare at quite the large rabbit, which is baring his teeth towards the teenager in question. His eyes narrow and he raises his wand quickly, flicking it slightly with his right wrist.

But, again, nothing happens.

Tom's grip tightens on his wand and, this time, he adds the incantation, and with each spell, his voice becomes more and more of a feral snarl.]

Relashio! Stupefy! Impedimenta!

[The rabbit lunges. Tom instinctively lashes out with a hand, slamming his wand against the side of the animal, before diving for a rock -- which he brings squarely down upon the skull, killing the creature instantly.

The movements have Tom gasping for breath, though, and a pale hand presses against his chest, and he hisses:]

What did they do to me? Where is it, where is my --

[And his body convulses as he doubles over, arms finding his midsection as he retches.]

Comments

[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

There is no time table on when they may return? At all?

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

The usual length of time has passed. It may simply be double, and they will return in just under a week, but it could be longer still.

[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

[Tom presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. He had no magic. He was trapped here. He could not go back to the school.

Helpless. Useless. Vulnerable.]

... thank you.

[It's said quietly, after a long pause, before Tom closes his eyes to focus on something other than the aching burn in his chest.]

My name is Tom.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Castiel.

[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

[... ... ...]

Castiel.

[The unspoken sentence being 'Please tell me your parents thought they were being cute.']

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

Your parents named you after the angel of Thursday.

[Tom, ordinarily, would realize that anything is possible in this strange world -- but the pain of the Horcrux ritual is literally causing his vision to swim, so forgive him for being slightly obtuse.]

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

No. I am the angel of Thursday.

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[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

[... did this individual seriously just say that he was the Angel of Thursday? From the Christian Bible? The Castiel?]

[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

In my research of the human condition -- I've often wondered what I would see if I ever actually lost my mind.

[It's said absently, and Tom presses his fingers to his forehead again, to try and focus. His other hand finds his chest, to gently massage it. It doesn't really do any good.]

Merlin, maybe, or perhaps God, if such a thing exists -- Grindelwald back from the dead -- perhaps even Herr Hitler or some other facet of my memories from my own mind -- but not you.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

You have likely not lost your mind. Considering the situation, it is not only explainable but unsurprising that one might encounter beings or individuals that they otherwise would've never expected to meet.

[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

[... Merlin, he isn't denying it. And -- he had met Juliet Montague -- and Sherlock Holmes -- so why not --

No. God isn't real. God doesn't exist. God is a story told to children who needed to be told that everything was going to be okay. Tom has never believed -- and sure, he went to church, as any good orphan boy should, but belief? Faith? Ha.

Tom believed in magic. In the hardened deduction of breaking the limitation of mortality. Religion was worthless.

... but Castiel seemed so convinced. And Tom, even without Legilimency, can tell when someone is lying.

Castiel is not lying.]

...You will have to forgive me. I am not exactly a religious individual, so to be told that --

[Tom pauses.]

-- The pleasure is mine, Castiel.

[He almost sounds enthralled.]

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

It's understandable. You aren't at the first to have such a reaction.



It's good to meet you.

[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

I imagine not. Angels hardly appear before humans on a regular basis in my world. Who knows whether or not they exist at all.

[There is a faint, weak smile, and Tom glances off-camera. He is waiting for two boys to come assist him. Unfortunate. But necessary.]

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

We hadn't taken vessels in two-thousand years until just recently, in my world. We rarely have reason to show ourselves, and if angels exist in your world, they are likely the same.

[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

[Tom doesn't particularly want any assistance, so really, that's just fine by him. Besides, this discussion is fascinating.]

I see. You take hosts.

[Makes sense, Tom thinks. Angels can't be as flimsy and weak as human beings.]

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Yes. We must; our true forms are dangerous to most humans. The mere sight of an angel can burn out the eyes of a human not suited as a vessel.

[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

Certain things in my world are rumored to be the same.

[He closes his eyes and exhales slowly. Focusing on something else is helping with the pain, oddly enough. Tom isn't entirely sure why or how -- keeping his brain occupied keeps him from focusing on the burning in his chest, maybe.

Whatever. Castiel had been talking.]

The sight of the basilisk, for example -- a massive serpent -- kills a human being who looks into its eyes.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Basilisks are known in your world?

[nexmosnonlucror.livejournal.com]

Known, but unlikely to exist. Rumor has it only one has ever existed, actually, but no one has ever seen it and no such record of it exists.

[wingsandwill.livejournal.com]

Is there any evidence it was ever real? Or are there simply stories?