Poppy Pomfrey (poppy_p) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-10-15 23:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - october, antonin dolohov, poppy pomfrey |
Who: Poppy Pomfrey and Antonin Dolohov
When: Today
Where: Unknown
What: Checking in on Poppy, as time passes
Rating: TBD. Dark.
When she thought, she separated her life into Before and After. She had been a person Before, with friends and a job and a family, she had laughed and cried and lived. None of that mattered After.
Spending all her time in a cell had hampered Poppy’s ability to tell time; After could have been days or weeks, relatively small considering the length of a life, but time mattered little. Rather than breaking into hours and days, her time was measured in spans of dark solitude and bright flashes of pain.
(Perhaps two or three days After was the first time he hit her. He was finally permitting her to drink something, and, weak with thirst and frustration, she had let her tongue get away from her. One muttered, anatomically incorrect suggestion later, she had found herself flying to the ground with the force of the blow. wondering if her jaw still worked.
At least, she had told herself later, she had waited until after she drank. Her inner Alastor did not answer. She never heard him again.)
He didn’t want to hurt her, she knew that—but that wasn’t true, was it? Her thoughts were fluid, confused, and she argued with herself more than she had Before. One thing she knew, perhaps all she knew, was that she would die in this place.
(“People are looking for me,” she had snapped. “Someone will find you.”
“Do you think?” he asked mildly. “I do not.”
Later, as she curled around her bleeding arm, she heard him murmur, “I am the only one that cares that you are here,” and she couldn’t find the words to argue.)
With good behavior had come some rewards. Poppy was clothed as she curled about herself in the corner of her cell. She told herself she obeyed because she was not stupid, because there was no point in doing otherwise. She told herself she wasn’t looking forward to the moment when he would come and break the silence.
It wasn’t all true, what she told herself, but it wasn’t all a lie.