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╰┈➤ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬
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𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊.
She loved the charming pale pink of her ballet shoes and she adored sugary candy floss and the way it melted on her tongue. Her favorite flowers were peonies, her favorite metal for jewelry was rose gold, her favorite crystal was rose quartz, her favorite macaron flavor was strawberry, her favorite drink was butterfly pea tea with coconut milk.
That last one wasn't pink but you got the idea.
No other color had such a soft yet elegant palette. No other color brought such joy to Poppy. She even made it a key component on her spider suit. So why was Poppy raving on and on about her love for the color pink?
Easy explanation, Hobie didn't like it.
Poppy admired Hobie. She admired his passion for activism, his sense of style, his love for music, how he never let anything bother him, and his dedication to helping the greater good. All of her admiration went out the window when he sat down and told her those words.
Love, Hobie, and Poppy sat at a restaurant on Earth B-1833, Love's Uncle Benjamin had given her his credit card to hang out with friends so Love decided to treat all of them to lunch in her universe. Poppy had been carefully listening to Love's very strongly worded opinion on the color orange, when Hobie had interjected.
"I understand how you feel," he drawled, leaning back in his chair as he maintained his usual laid back demeanor, "I don't fancy pink much." Suddenly, picking the cottage cheese out of her strawberry poppyseed salad wasn't as interesting anymore. Poppy's brows furrowed, "What do you mean you don't like pink?" Poppy spat, her voice drenched in her heavy French accent.
Hobie smiled at her sudden aggression, "'Meant I don't particularly like pink, luv" "But why?" Hobie shrugged, stealing a fry off Love's plate. "Not my thing. Honestly, I think it's the worst color out there."
People were entitled to their own opinions, even if they were horribly wrong. Poppy knew that, but she felt like he was saying this just to piss her off. She liked to maintain a very calm demeanor. So instead of fighting it she spent the rest of the lunch side eyeing the man across the table.
"Are you mad luv?" "Not mad just confused." "You look mad." "I do not!" "You do" Love chimed in taking a sip of her lemonade. Poppy rolled her big brown eyes, "Why would I be mad over a color?" Poppy muttered taking a bite of her salad. "You get mad over things you love." He stated as if it was the most obvious piece of information to be presented.
"You don't know me." "I don't. But I want to."
𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊.
Hobie didn't even hate any color. Pink was a gorgeous color. But watching Poppy's calm expression turn to one of pure annoyance brought him so much joy. She looked adorable mad.Maybe she thought she looked intimidating, but between her big doe eyes and soft round face, her looked more like a mildly agitated baby bunny.
However, he got her calm perfect demeanor to falter, even just for a second. And even if it was just for a second Hobie was able to get closer to seeing the real Poppy Parker.
Things about the real Poppy Parker that no one would know:
1. She will go to war for the things she adores
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LOVE SPEAKS!
Poppy and Hobie are an established relationship in both Dead to me and Heartbeat, so this takes place before both of those books meaning Gwen and Pavitr won't be featured until closer to the time when they get together.
For the sake of my story, Love was recruited 1 year before the events of the second movie, Poppy was recruited two months before Love, Hobie was recruited 5 months after Love.
