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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 14, 2006 21:53:53 GMT -5
Voltaire felt his heart break, then he felt angry. It meant absolutly nothing to her! she brushed him off, just like that. he felt his face change just a little into a the old bitter mask he had before, and answered his lord in a voice that didn't sound like his own "Of course my lord, Simple pleasures are nothing compared to serving you. I have been working on gaining information about the light's army. so far it seems fairly small. They fear you my lord."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 14, 2006 22:10:43 GMT -5
She could hear in his voice that she had hurt him, but she willed herself not to look at him. Instead she focused on her Lord, keeping her mind blank of all thoughts but her devotion to him. It was only the sheer force of her will that kept her from breaking down, despite the unfamiliar ache in her heart.
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Post by tomriddle on May 14, 2006 22:31:15 GMT -5
He nodded. He didn't put full faith in them, but just enough. He believed that they were loyal to him, knowing that if they weren't he held their lives in his hand. He looked at them and without another word, he apparated out of the pub.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 14, 2006 22:35:09 GMT -5
"Well, that was enlightening." Votaire said in that same voice" I'll just be on my way, nice talking to you" he said in a voice that clearly said 'yeah right', he turned and walked out of the pub and apperated away.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 15, 2006 21:41:09 GMT -5
"Voltaire, wait!" Isabella called, reaching a hand out to him. But it was too late; before she could even get her words out, he was gone. She swore viciously and stood there in the alleyway, willing him to come back. When he didn't, she sighed heavily and began the long and solitary walk back to the castle.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 16, 2006 17:23:51 GMT -5
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