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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 10, 2007 16:21:28 GMT -5
Destrane entered the familiar, empty chamber with his lips pulled down into a frown. His father had told him to come so they could work on his occlumancy and legitemancy. He hated these lessons. Most of the training the boy recieved were things he looked forward to but when his mind was invaded by his father, it would feel as though a sledgehammer hit him.
The boy had been getting better at blocking his mind, but with his recent concerns, it was harder to concentrate at the task at hand. Lord Voldemort would surely punish him for that. Destrane grimaced and looked around, waiting for the older wizard.
Beacuse eye contact was needed during these lessons, and he had trouble looking into his father's eyes, the boy knew that at some point, he would he grabbed either at the neck or chin to hold him still. A sour expression fluttered over his face. This truly was the worst of his training. Destrane lowered himself to sit on the floor, cross-legged. Nagini had come in after him and now that he was on the floor, took advantage to wrap herself around him.
"Young master is nervous?" she asked, tongue fluttering out to touch his cheek.
The boy glanced at her calmly, shrugging. "I dislike these lessons," was all he had for a reply to her.
This would be very interesting.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 12, 2007 11:06:27 GMT -5
Voldemort walked into the training room, giving his neck a sound crack, the building tension that had risen in his shoulders had brought him to the point where cracking his neck was a nice repreive from the tense muscles. Closing the door behind him with a snap, his red eyes took in the scene with his son, and his beloved Nagini.
"My love." He hissed to the snake, knwoing his control over her was higher than anyone elses, seeing as how she did infact house a peice of his dark soul within her. Then his eyes went to his son. "Stand, boy." He said, walking closer to him. "Tell me, have you been practicing?" Voldemort never held back when training his son when it concerned occlumency. The boy would never improve if he had it taken easy on him. He knew his son would not lie to him, to do so would be death, and the lord would know.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 12, 2007 13:23:15 GMT -5
Destrane glanced towards the door as his father entered. Nagini hissed in pleasure and slid off of his body, letting him stretch. He himself stood as he was commanded, shrugging his shoulders to release his own tension. Eemerald eyes gazed down at the snake as she made her way over to his father. Damn, he liked it when she was closer to him.
He tilted his head to side in his typical fashion. "Yes, my Lord," he replied softly, averting his eyes after he spoke, confirming that he was telling the truth.. No, he didn't have much trouble looking into his father's face but already he dreaded todays session.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 13, 2007 15:33:10 GMT -5
"Then let us begin." Voldemort said, deciding against using his precious wand, instead opting to keep it hidden within his robes. He was doing Occlumency, he didnt need his wand for that, just his mind, his sadistic and brilliant mind. Without muttering a word, or asking if his son if he was ready his mind pounded into his sons. He could make the transition as easy as silk or as painful as possible. Voldemort did not make it painful enough to send his sond mentally reeling for the rest of his life, but he did not dull the pain as he forced his way through his sons mind, not reaching out for any memories yet, even as he felt Nagini slide up his body to rest on his shoulders.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 13, 2007 15:37:09 GMT -5
Destrane tensed. This was going to be bad. Immediatel it felt like a migrane had come on and he let out a hiss of pain. There was nothing to grab on to so the boy stared at the floor determindly. Perhaps it would help, not having to look at his father. All his mental blocks were thrown up but he was out of practice, so most of his memories were laid bare. Destrane managed to block a few of his more personal memories, and the explicit details of his makeout session with Helena.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 13, 2007 15:49:34 GMT -5
Voldemort did not use his full power, if he constantly did that, the boy would have little no mental barries from the constant destroying of them in these sessions. Instead he tested the strength of Destranes barries, gliding through the memories that didnt have any barriers without any real interest of them. However, after giving the boy a moment to try and strengthen his barriers more so, he began to pull at the strings holding them together, slowly so the boy would know where his weaknesses were.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 13, 2007 15:54:10 GMT -5
He shut his eyes tightly and threw the baries against Voldemort once more, ignoring the pain in his head. This was absurd. Destrane had no motivation. He didn't believe that he could do better and so he didn't try his hardest. His ego was low, compared to most Death Eaters, and he wavered on feeling good about himself with everything he did. This was no exception.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 13, 2007 16:10:23 GMT -5
Voldemort's eyes narrowed as he felt his sons not trying at all. Weak. Instead of going as slow as he had, he smahsed against the boys mental barriers, breaking them almost instantly, swarmng through the memories. He had been angry before however when his mind was flooded with the image of him kissing his sister his anger went through the roof. Pulling out of his mind, he had his hand around hte boys throat within a second. "What have you been doing to your sister?" He hissed. He knew his favourite was his son, however he would not stand for anything of that sort happening under his roof. "What else have you been hiding from me?" And once more he was in his sons mind.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 13, 2007 16:16:29 GMT -5
Destrane swallowed and his hands immediately grabbed onto the one holding him around the neck. He tried to loosen his hold, trembling fearfully. The boy had no doubt that he was expendable and it almost seemed as though this was now the time that he pushed the Dark Lord too far. The pain seemed unbearable, and now with his trboule breathing, blackness clouded his vision. Destrane wouldn't pass out, that much was known but it was impossible to focus his mind.
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Post by Lord Voldemort on Dec 14, 2007 11:55:02 GMT -5
Voldemort felt a frown begin to form on his face, or rather more like a scowl as he felt the boys grasp of his memories waver. No matter, he was skilled enough to look through the memories without him. Flash after Flash of memories went past Voldemorts eyes, until he reached the ones he wanted.
Destrane kissing his sister. Flash. Aston telling Destrane she knew she was 'adopted'. Flash. Aston telling Destrane she had feelings for him. Flash. Des with a new girl, the lord could tell he had feelings for this girl, the memory practically screamed it.
Pulling out of his sons mind and releasing his throat, Voldemort took a step back from his son, starting at him with a cold hard gaze. "Care to explain?" He hissed. Yes his son was no longer in the threat od death zone, however he was far from safe.
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Post by Destrane Savien on Dec 14, 2007 14:44:41 GMT -5
Destrane rubbed his throat, coughing slightly. He steadied himself before looking at Voldemort. The boy had seen what his father had and it was definitely lowering his confidence in abilities to be safe.
"Aston said that she wanted to know how to kiss because she didn't want to embarrass herself if she ever was given the opportunity," his voice was rough and unsteady. "It was a chaste kiss and it would never happen again...because it was wrong and because I have become more focused on a girl of...more suitable loyalties."
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