Patrick doesn’t like doing the emo sniffy thing. In fact, it hurts him much more than anything in his past, present or future. However, he is actually crying at the moment, because he doesn’t want these kids in him anymore. Hell, he’d be so happy if it had never happened. No, strike that, he’d be beyond happy; he’d stop being Mr. Pansy and actually do something with his life. But, you can’t change the past (Paddy can’t anyway) and he isn’t sure if he wants to. The names for the kids have already been decided, and Alexi can go and poke Mallos with a stick if he wants the names to change. I mean, where’s Alexi been throughout this whole ordeal? Patrick sure as hell doesn’t know. And now the only person who can get the kids out of him, is having a massive hissy fit because he can’t control his power and zapped her.
He pauses, listening. He knew Lauma wasn’t here, of course he did. Lollipop remembers the Lioness’ smell, and Patrick was squeezing Lolli’s mental mind so close to his own he smelt what she smelt. And that was mostly lots of smelly fairies that can’t bath and are slowly dying. Which really doesn’t help his mood. But anyway, back to Poppy talking. He listens as she spews, what he can only assume are, insults. Afreet and some of the others don’t make any sense. But he’s vaguely aware of German, and von ihr is defiantly German. And he’s sure it means “from her” in the polite form. Wait isn’t Sie the polite form? And didn’t “ihr” mean they? Ugh, he doesn’t know. Last time he checked Paddy was failing German. Sure his accent is good, but all he could do was ask someone what they did on their holiday, or tell them he’s wearing dark blue nearly black jeans, no shirt, a dark jacket and no shoes. Oh, he could also call her a very stupid Japanese rabbit, but where’s that gonna get him, except thrown out of the window? Oh, yet more insults, but seeing as he can’t understand them, they have little effect on him. However, he is pissed off that she keeps insulting him in different languages. If she wants him to actually get offended, try saying it in English! He didn’t reply to her, just blinking slightly. She seemed fuming, dude anyone got an egg?
Patrick blinks at what Poppy says, turning to face her and tilting his head.
Because I know you can do this. Because I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t know you could. I know you can, you know you can. If I didn’t believe, I’d have waited for Lauma. Coz I think she’ll remember me.
He looked up at Poppy, storm grey eyes looking at her intently, wanting her to understand that he speaks the truth. He hadn’t really though about why he’d asked Poppy, but once he said the words, he knew they were the truth.
But there’s some idiot’s out there who think that you can’t do things like this. They think you’re less powerful than Mallos or how Aura was. You do this, it’s a mile stone. Though it may not get you the respect you deserve straight away, every good thing you do will add to it and add to it. And soon, nobody will think you’re weaker than Mallos, no one will think badly of your powers.
Her attitude is another thing entirely, but Patrick doesn’t say this. He tilted his head, a small smile stretched the thin skin, and it was his pirate smile, the one that said “go on, I dare you” and promised a hell of a lot of fun.
Besides, wouldn’t it be great to rub this in everyone’s face? Whenever they turn around a give you The Look, or insult you to your face, you can just turn around and say “dude, did you get twins out of a pregnant man that you hardly know? What was that? No? Then shut the fuck up.”
Patrick’s smile was beyond wicked, and then he let it slowly fade from his mouth, but linger in his eyes. This was the smile that enticed everyone in. It was what made everyone want to know him. What made everyone want to find out what he had planned, and wanted to be part of it.