sg (snapesgirl) wrote in hp_may_madness, @ 2013-05-25 23:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | #madness2013, author: snapesgirl |
May 25 Unfufilled Yearnings
Title: Unfufilled Yearnings
Author: snapesgirl
Characters or Pairing: Rabastan, Poppy
Word Count: 4773
warning: angst, miscarriage implied
Prompts: Yearning, years, young
Author's Notes: Unbeta'd, let me know. Set in my Tangled Webs universe.
Rabastan paced in his cell. He'd heard about the rough conditions in Azkaban. So far the worst thing he had to worry about were the dementors.
Mad howls filled the air, making Rabastan stop walking and huddle on his cot. There was a change in the noises, followed by silence.
He could feel the dementors moving down the corridor. Focusing on a happy thought was the only defense against his guards. Rabastan wished he could be anywhere but in prison.
Eventually, he was able to fall asleep. His dreams were filled with a mix of good and bad happening. The rattle of his cell door woke him.
"Here's your gruel, gov'nor." The speaker's voice was loaded with sarcasm. "Better finish it quick like. You get to have a visitor today."
Rab wondered who would visit him in this hell hole. His brother was incarerated in the same prison. He thought Severus might be free, however, his lover would never want to risk being brought up on charges for perversion.
He eased closer to the door and grabbed the bowl of watery porridge. Using his fingers, Rab gulped it down. After he licked his fingers clean, he also licked the bowl. The cell door rattled open and Poppy entered.
"Hello, Rabastan," she said.
"What are you doing here?" He lowered the bowl from his mouth.
"I managed to secure a conjugal visit." Poppy eased closer to him.
He tossed the wooden bowl aside and grabbed her. Rab buried his face in her sweet smelling hair and whispered. "You won't disappear?"
"Not until my visit is over." She stroked his cheek.
"I wish you hadn't come. This is no place for a lady."
"I'm your wife. I brought you a few things. I managed to get the guards to but no touch."
"Those animals didn't harm you, did they?" He pulled back and looked at her in concern.
"I'm fine, Rab." She pulled him into another hug.
"It's aweful here. The dementors can sense when someone is ready to snap. They get excited and move in close. On of us died last night."
"When you say one of us, are you speaking of prisoners in general or somebody specifically?" She kissed him on the cheek.
"A prisoner," he admitted. Rab led her to his cot and sat encouraged her to sit. He sat next to her and held her hand. "I have no contact with Ro or other death eaters."
She pulled a small package out of her pocket. "I brought you a few things. It isn't much."
He accepted the present and slowly opened it.
"Hey in there, conjugal means you fornicate. No shagging means she leaves now." The rough voice made them both jump.
"Whether or not we mate is not up to you. I for one will not perform like an animal for your amusement." Poppy glared at the human guard.
He stepped away from the cell door and stood in the corridor frowning at them.
"I wish I hadn't wasted my youth on idealogy." Rab lifted a small pudding from the package and sighed in contentment. "What flavor?"
"It's your favourite, fig pudding." Poppy smiled at him.
Her smile was like a ray of sunshine. Rab began to eat the pudding. "I'm sorry, do you want some of this?"
"It is for you, darling." She leaned over and ran a finger through his beard.
"I'm filthy," he protested.
"You look wonderful to me. I cannot help it, I need to touch you."
"Poppy, you shouldn't remain married to me. Dissolve our union. I cannot ask you to give up years being bound to me. I will never be allowed to leave this place."
"I will not give the Ministry the satisfaction of raiding our vault in Gringotts." She pulled a bottle out of the package. "It's only butter beer," Poppy apologized.
"That is better than luke warm water." He accepted the bottle and surprised himself by caressing her cheek. "I miss you. I miss how you challenge me to think. I miss your needlepoint, I miss waltzing with you."
"I miss your music, I miss duets with your friends, and I miss family dinners with your brother and his wife."
Rab softly kissed her. He pulled back in embarassment and drank the butter beer.
"My days are filled with yearning," she confessed.
He knew she couldn't be yearning for him. Their's was a marriage in name only. Rab rolled the empty bottle between his hands.
"What are you thinking," she asked.
"About our lost child," he confessed. "If we didn't have a watcher, would you like to try for another child?" He wondered where that question came from. Rab was homosexual. Unless his wife had a sex change, he would never think of her sexually. Poppy was his friend, not his lover.
"I would be honoured to carry you child." Poppy kissed him.
"Visiting time is over." The guard opened the cell door.
Poppy reluctantly stood up and walked out of the cell.
The guard started to grab her arm. She pulled away and hissed at him.
"Look all you want, but never, ever touch me."
"That's my girl," Rab called out. "You keep fighting the bastards."