Post by Pepe van Lopaille on Jul 16, 2007 23:58:51 GMT -5
Pepe shivered as he was led down to the cells of Azkaban. He wondered how often the inmates received visitors. Well, his particular inmate he had come here for was certainly a frequent recipient of attention.
He drew close to the bars of the cell, crouching down. "Filippe?" Pepe called quietly, ignoring the maniacal laughter from the cell next door. "Filippe are you still here?"
"Pepe? Pepe, oh, god, is that you?" The voice came from in the dark. "I told you to stop coming here!" The voice chided as the speaker came into view. A rangy thin young man, he was, with ragged hair that was onc the same color as Pepe's, but was far too ill-kept to appear so. His face was quite similar to Pepe's, as well, except that there were dark circles around his eyes, and his face was far thinner, more gaunt. His eyes, though were still bright, and gazed sharply at pepe through the bars even as he reached out to grasp Pepe's hand.
"And I told you I wouldn't, " Pepe countered. In response to Filippe's ensuing look of exasperation, he continued, "I told you, and you know as well as I do that you're in here by false accusation. Uncle Erik isn't, but you are. And told you, I won't--and Charlotte won't either-- we won't just let you rot in here when you deserve to be free." He squeezed Filippe's hand. "We kids've gotta stick together, y'know? Even if our parents can't help us. Pepe paused as the guard tapped his shoulder impatiently.
Hugging Filippe awkwardly through the cell bars, Pepe said, "I've gotta go... Don't go crazy in here Filippe. I'll keep visiting, okay? I swear, Charlotte and I, we'll get you out."
Filippe bit his lip. "Pepe... Look, uh... I'm sorry I wasn't ever there to be your brother, okay? But you don't owe me anthing, and neither does Charlotte. She's never even seen me. Just... Just leave me, okay? Stop coming here. Please."
The regret in Filippe's eyes and the hurt he conveyed as he spoke those words, which Pepe knew he didn't want to say, stung Pepe to the soul. He didn't fight as the guard pulled him silently away, but he didn't take his eyes off his older brother, either.
"Stop coming here. It's not good for you."
And then Filippe turned away, back into the darness of his cell.
He drew close to the bars of the cell, crouching down. "Filippe?" Pepe called quietly, ignoring the maniacal laughter from the cell next door. "Filippe are you still here?"
"Pepe? Pepe, oh, god, is that you?" The voice came from in the dark. "I told you to stop coming here!" The voice chided as the speaker came into view. A rangy thin young man, he was, with ragged hair that was onc the same color as Pepe's, but was far too ill-kept to appear so. His face was quite similar to Pepe's, as well, except that there were dark circles around his eyes, and his face was far thinner, more gaunt. His eyes, though were still bright, and gazed sharply at pepe through the bars even as he reached out to grasp Pepe's hand.
"And I told you I wouldn't, " Pepe countered. In response to Filippe's ensuing look of exasperation, he continued, "I told you, and you know as well as I do that you're in here by false accusation. Uncle Erik isn't, but you are. And told you, I won't--and Charlotte won't either-- we won't just let you rot in here when you deserve to be free." He squeezed Filippe's hand. "We kids've gotta stick together, y'know? Even if our parents can't help us. Pepe paused as the guard tapped his shoulder impatiently.
Hugging Filippe awkwardly through the cell bars, Pepe said, "I've gotta go... Don't go crazy in here Filippe. I'll keep visiting, okay? I swear, Charlotte and I, we'll get you out."
Filippe bit his lip. "Pepe... Look, uh... I'm sorry I wasn't ever there to be your brother, okay? But you don't owe me anthing, and neither does Charlotte. She's never even seen me. Just... Just leave me, okay? Stop coming here. Please."
The regret in Filippe's eyes and the hurt he conveyed as he spoke those words, which Pepe knew he didn't want to say, stung Pepe to the soul. He didn't fight as the guard pulled him silently away, but he didn't take his eyes off his older brother, either.
"Stop coming here. It's not good for you."
And then Filippe turned away, back into the darness of his cell.