riddle_death: AU: RiddlEd #2

Tom Marvolo Riddle (

riddle_death) wrote,
@ 2005-10-27 22:44:00

AU: RiddlEd #2
Riddle is hunched over, back resting against the head of his bed as he scribbles away at a piece of parchment, pausing every so often to dip the tip of his quill into the ink bottle balanced precariously on one of the posts. He's frowning and appears a little too dedicated to the looping runes he's writing, as if he's purposefully trying to block out some ulterior thought or distraction.

It could possibly be the occasional squeaking of the dust bunnies under his bed, which (as they become particularly vocal) causes him to blot the ink in the middle of the array, give a violent string of word-like hisses, and rip his current parchment to little tiny shreds.

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fullmetalbean
2005-10-28 06:05 am UTC (link)

Ed isn't far away, laid out comfortibly on the store floor with a text book infront of him. They weren't working on the same thing for now, couldn't because Ed insisted on doing nothing else until he had studied all four medical texts before going back to anything else, but apparently he had still choosen to keep Tom's company anyway.

Though between the chattering dust bunnies and Tom's aggrivation, he wonders why. Ed scratches his head and looks up from the page he was on. "They aren't that bad."

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	riddle_death 2005-10-28 06:09 am UTC (link)
	Riddle jumps and glares at Edward, making the shredded parchment disappear in a tiny puff of flame. "What, the - no, they're not. But I don't exactly need another thing pissing me off." Leaning over the side of the bed, Riddle hangs upside-down, glaring at the little creatures. "I'll light you on fire!" he threatens. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	fullmetalbean 2005-10-28 06:11 am UTC (link)
	"I thought you'd tried that already," Ed points out, looking bored. Tom's moods never really fazed him one way or the other anymore. He'd stopped bothering to keep up. "And what the hell else can be pissing you off?" (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

riddle_death
2005-10-28 06:15 am UTC (link)

Slipping his fingers through the knot of his tie, Riddle tugs it off, swinging it under the bed and making the dust bunnies scurry for cover. "You mean besides the fact that at least half of the potions I try to make - even the ones I've made hundreds of times before - spontaneously blow up in my face?"

He looks up at Edward, still hanging partially upside down, scowling a little with his lips pressed tightly together, hair tossed about in impossible angles.

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	fullmetalbean 2005-10-28 06:20 am UTC (link)
	"Yeah." Ed puts his elbows on the text book and watches Tom, unimpressed. "Besides that." (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

riddle_death
2005-10-28 06:22 am UTC (link)

Riddle snarls, face taking on that habitual mocking, sneering expression he pulls off so easily - but when he opens his mouth, he doesn't say anything, and instead closes his eyes, taking a slow, steady breath.

When his eyes open again, his eyes are a little wild, and his smirk is sarcastic, but it's a little better. "I never need a reason to be in a foul disposition," he points out dryly.

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	fullmetalbean 2005-10-28 06:26 am UTC (link)
	Watchng Tom calm himself, Ed blinks, then grins. He did wish other people would notice he was improving, but then they'd have to've known what Tom was like to begin with. "You don't need a reason to be in a good one, either," Ed adds slyly. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	riddle_death 2005-10-28 06:28 am UTC (link)
	Rolling over onto his stomach, Riddle rests his chin on his crossed arms, watching Ed with one eyebrow arched. "That is true," he agrees, voice slow, as if thinking the words over while he speaks. "But I'm afraid I'm a bit out of practice with that." (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	fullmetalbean 2005-10-28 06:34 am UTC (link)
	"No time like the present?" Ed never runs out of cockily helpful suggestions, usually delivered with an unusually sunny disposition just to offset the other. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

riddle_death
2005-10-28 06:40 am UTC (link)

Riddle rolls his eyes, but there's the barest quirk of a smile at the corner of his lips. He bites down on it, lips twisting into a sarcastic half-smirk instead. "Well, right now isn't really a good time," he points out. "Seeing as there are things actually influencing me in the opposite direction. How can I be in an arbitrarily good mood when things aren't good when I cannot even pull it off when nothing is the matter at all?"

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	fullmetalbean 2005-10-28 06:43 am UTC (link)
	Finding the elbows-on-the-book position uncomfortible for longer than a couple of minutes, Ed pushes himself into a sitting position and stretches. "Now you're just trying to be in a rotton mood." (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	riddle_death 2005-10-28 06:46 am UTC (link)
	"It's what I'm good at," Riddle points out, and he can't stop the slight smile this time, however lopsided. He props his chin up on one hand, letting the other dangle off the side of the bed as he watches Ed with eyes that suddenly become half-lidded; his smirk widens. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	fullmetalbean 2005-10-28 06:55 am UTC (link)
	Feeling his spine crack in a few places from the stretch Ed hunches forward again, crossing his legs and pulling up his text book again. He utterly misses Tom's look. "Can't argue there." (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

riddle_death
2005-10-28 07:04 am UTC (link)

Sitting up, Riddle swings his legs off the side of his bed, smirking viciously as he hears a squeak of pain, grinding his heel down a little for good measure. "You shouldn't argue," he points out arrogantly, standing up. One hand is on his hip, and he flicks at the half-open collar of his shirt with one long finger. "Because I'm always right."

His expression just dares Edward to argue, almost as if he wants him to. All things considered, it might even be true. In the meantime, he makes his way over to the counter where he has several diagrams set up and spread over several feet of surface. Leaning against it, he picks up his quill again, making a few hurried notes on a tin array.

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	fullmetalbean 2005-10-28 07:09 am UTC (link)
	Ed snorts, not even needing to look up from his text book to answer. "Except when you're arguing with me, you mean. I think you've been right maybe..." Ed does look up then, thinking exaggeratedly, "...once?" (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	riddle_death 2005-10-28 07:16 am UTC (link)
	Riddle barely glances at Ed over his shoulder, smirking again. "There are a lot of things I know but simply don't let on," he says. "So don't overestimate yourself." (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	fullmetalbean 2005-10-28 07:22 am UTC (link)
	"Yeah, about that. You'd think being able to read minds would make you right about things a lot more often." (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	riddle_death 2005-10-28 07:23 am UTC (link)
	Riddle doesn't turn around this time, just reaches for a new bottle of ink. "There are certain minds I prefer to leave alone." (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	fullmetalbean 2005-10-28 07:26 am UTC (link)
	Ed finally does look up, blinking his obvious surprise. "Huh?" (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	riddle_death 2005-10-28 07:29 am UTC (link)
	"What?" Riddle asks, turning around with a flare of his robes and leaning back against the counter with his arms crossed. "Did you think I spent all my time poking around in your head, or something? Even I have some sense of - morality, or - self-preservation, or something." (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

fullmetalbean
2005-10-28 07:33 am UTC (link)

"Well... yeah." The truth was, Ed hadn't particularly cared that Tom could read his mind. Perhaps he might've if he hadn't found out about it when he was under the effects of the pink goo, but by the time he'd learned he'd already told the other his worst secrets. Anyway, Tom was the type of guy it was best to be straight with, and Ed was never one to hold his tongue.

"It's not like you don't keep dropping in on conversations that don't involve you."

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	riddle_death 2005-10-28 07:39 am UTC (link)
	Riddle shrugs. "I don't really have anything else to do," he gives Ed another crooked grin, resting his elbows against the counter. "And it's not as if I say anything unless you mention me by name." (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	fullmetalbean 2005-10-28 07:44 am UTC (link)
	Ed counts with one of his patented flat glares. "You have nothing better to do than keep track of everyone I talk to in private?" (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	riddle_death 2005-10-28 07:47 am UTC (link)
	"It's more like I read anything I feel like because I'm bored," Riddle says offhand, still smirking, running a hand through his hair. "It's not just you. Egotistical brat." (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	fullmetalbean 2005-10-28 07:51 am UTC (link)
	"That's not much better," Ed points out, his look being incredulous. "Should I help you get a life next?" (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

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