riddleofthebelow: (all about magic and power)
Tom M. Riddle, Lord Ostium of the House of Arch ([personal profile] riddleofthebelow) wrote 2020-09-14 02:00 am (UTC)

"Yours were narrow-minded and tradition bound, too?"

He laughs. "Come and see."

Walking over to the painting, he offers an elbow to Wei Wuxian once again. When they step through the portal, they are in his 50's era study, in a room with stone walls and a view out the window into a cold winter morning long past. This room is no tidier than the library, from the stacked shelves containing the oldest books and scrolls to the blocky wooden desk that is covered in quills and parchments, open books with notes scribbled in the margins. But there is an organized chaos here; Tom knows exactly where everything is.

There's a sofa in the cozy space as well, and Tom's collapsed on it more than one evening researching here when he could no longer evade sleep.

His white owl, Galatea, perches on her post by the window, preening her feathers. There's a crackling fire in the hearth.

"I hope it's warm enough. We keep the fire going because this rooms tends to stay cold." He prefers it. It keeps his mind sharp.

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