i know that i've got issues, but you're pretty messed up too.
either way, i found out i'm nothing without you.
Poppy likes to think she’s a reasonably easy-going sort of person. She can tolerate most things and most people most of the time, and what she doesn’t like she usually adapts to. Like kids, for instance. Kids are the root of all evil, but since she married a guy with baggage she’s had to get used to them – which she has, more or less. Slightly. It’s easier to tolerate them when they’re not there, she’s found.
Anyway, like I said, pretty good at putting up with things and not getting wound up. You can’t be the kind of person who gets wound up easily when you have pure uncontrollable magic at your fingertips; you’d just die of stress. One of the few things which does irritate Poppy, however, is people assuming she can’t do stuff. Technically, all divinity is the same, so technically Poppy’s magic is equal to Mallos’ and she can do all the same things he can. The only difference is that she has a tougher time actually controlling it than he does (I say ‘tougher time’ because no one, not even Mallos or Aura, can fully control divinity all of the time; magic in its purest form is volatile and unpredictable even in the most capable of hands) which is only a teensy little issue but which means people have massive prejudices against her. People having prejudices about her ability drives Poppy up the wall, because they are technically WRONG and because they are an irritating reminder to the small part of her brain which knows that she’s a failure.
So when Patrick does his sniffy little emo thing and starts to shuffle away, Poppy’s already low mood takes another dip. In fairness to Patrick he’s probably no more pathetic than Draco, but he doesn’t have the massive ego to detract from his wretchedness. Poppy doesn’t understand emos. What’s the point in being moany and mopey and O THE WORLD HATES ME and having self-harm contests with other emos all the freakin’ time? Ugh. Instead of cutting your wrists, why don’t you go and cut your throats, so that Poppy doesn’t have to put up with your annoyingness anymore?
“Lauma isn’t here, afreet - she’s been missing for ages, so tu won’t get qualsiasi baksheesh von ihr.” When Poppy gets irritated, her gift of tongues (which is usually pretty good at maintaining English) goes to pot and she starts babbling on in various different languages. Roughly translated from Spanish, English, Italian, Arabic and German, that was ‘so you won’t get any presents from her’, and the initial (Arabic) insult means ‘evil demon’. “So I guess I’ll just have to do, if that’s alright for you, hemef - ” (‘your majesty’ in Ancient Egyptian) “ – Patrick?”
She glowers furiously at him, not even noticing the various language switches. To someone with polylingual abilities, unless a particular language is pointed out to them, they all sound the same; Poppy’s magic usually adjusts her language automatically to suit the company, so she doesn’t even know what language she’s speaking most of the time. Same as what everyone else is speaking... whatever that is. Usually English.
“Give me one good reason,” she demands, “why I should do anything to help you.”
Get talking, boy.
POPPY
and honestly,
my life would suck without you.
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