you can’t take the sky from me: ch 3 - war stories
a/n: <3 yall just blow me away. much love as always to @nymphadoraholtzmann - my talented and beautiful beta. and happy early birthday to the brilliant @provocative-envy - thank you for dragging me down to rare pair hell, and for helping me fall so deeply in love with pansy parkinson somedays I wonder if I’ll ever be over it (spoiler: I won’t).
to everyone else reading this: ….. sorry???
Percy came back, at some point. Pansy had no conception of time and frankly no real drive to figure it out. She had a vague idea of where she was picked up and figured that no matter how fast this ship could travel, it would probably take them more than a week to get her back to the place that had once been her home.
Her own personal hellhole.
Frankly, Pansy had a vague plan of going on a hunger strike or something, trying to make a point. If she died, that wouldn’t look great on the crew, nor would it matter to her - home was more or less the same thing. Especially with the added bonus of whatever punishment her father deemed suitable for her vanishing act.
Only, Percy came back with food. That actually smelled like food, not the mostly-stale stolen Ministry rations that she’d been eating for months. Real, normal, delicious smelling food. Delicious looking, too. And Percy had simply sat down on one side of the barrier - on the floor - and placed the food where she could reach it.
Pansy waited for him to leave.
Finally, Pansy caved and took the food, moving to sit on the other side of the room while she ate.
It was incredible.