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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 16, 2006 21:47:46 GMT -5
Isabella walked into her office, leaning heavily on Voltaire. She felt weak and exhausted, both emotionally and physically, and she couldn't believe it wasn't even noon yet. She moved slowly to the sofa, which was still transfigured into a bed, and sat down on the edge. Looking up at Voltaire, she sighed heavily. "Voltaire, please hold me," she said softly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 16, 2006 21:51:28 GMT -5
Before going to hold his wife, Voltaire transfigured a few more pillows and made a veritable nest of pillows at the head of the bed before toeing off his shoes and climbing into the bed taking Isa with him to lie on the pillows. "It's ok Sweeting...you can cry or yell all you want now." he said wrapping an arm under her and another across her bosom.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 16, 2006 21:57:20 GMT -5
Isabella pulled closer to him, curling up against him. "I don't know how I should feel," she said. "I don't know whether to cry, or scream, or laugh... All I do know is that I need you. I just need to feel your arms around me and know that you love me. Getting upset about all this... it won't change the past. The past is over and there's not a thing I can do about it. All that really matters is now... us... and our love. It's the only thing I don't question."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 16, 2006 22:05:57 GMT -5
"Then don't love. Sadly enough even the best of family dies away, we merely count our blessings and move on...whatever truth your past holds, it's really nothing compared to your life now, because despite it all, you've built you own life, apart and separate than anything that had been said or done." Voltaire said kissing her temple and caressing her stomach.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 16, 2006 22:19:22 GMT -5
Isabella wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. "I love you," she breathed. "I know now that everything was against me, that schemes were made behind my back, but you... you were my gift. I don't think I would change a thing in my life, as long as I get to be with you now." Despite herself, she began to cry softly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 16, 2006 22:30:26 GMT -5
"I love you too, without you and the girls...I wouldn't of had a reason to be alive." he said wiping her tears away with the pad of his thumb. He wanted to just keep holding her until she relaxed and stopped crying, but he understood that she needed desperately to release her pain that she had for so long.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 16, 2006 22:38:14 GMT -5
Isabella continued to cry for a while, cuddling up closer to her husband. It felt good just to let it out, to not be afraid of what others would think of her if she gave in to her emotions. And most of all, it felt good to be close to him, to feel his arms around her and know that she was loved. She wanted him to know just how much she loved him in return. As her tears trailed off, she began to kiss his neck gently.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 16, 2006 22:46:30 GMT -5
Voltaire loosened his cravat and let Isa continue to kiss him. He wanted to let her do with him as she pleased, he would devote his time to make her feel good after wards.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 16, 2006 23:04:21 GMT -5
Isabella pulled off his tie and unbuttoned his top two buttons, placing a trail of kisses down his throat. Her face was still damp with tears, but her emotions were flooding through her. She couldn't speak, as her words seemed nothing to what she was feeling. She wanted him to know, without any doubt, that she loved him every bit as much as he loved her. Softly whispering his name, she began to unbutton his jacket and vest.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 16, 2006 23:09:21 GMT -5
Voltaire helped her lay himself open to her wandering kisses and hands. He pulled her robe as well, he wanted to show her the same lavish attention as he gifted him, he wanted to shower her the kisses and love. "Isabella, my angel" he sighed.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 16, 2006 23:21:40 GMT -5
She let out a happy sigh as she felt the pain and confusion of everything that had happened that day, begin to fade away with the touch of his hands. She finally finished unbuttoning his shirt and began kissing his bare chest and caressing him lovingly. Nothing mattered... not any of it... just this... She closed her eyes in bliss.
((Yeah, I think we all know where this is going... again...))
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 16, 2006 23:31:16 GMT -5
((Yup, but then after i fade this out and time passes, I can have Voltaire feel very confused about why they head so often there now after months of near celibacy!))
The world had fallen away after time past and Isabella was sleeping contentedly at his side. He loved her more dearly than he ever thought possible, but he felt a little used. He tried pushed aside that ugly feeling, he tried to rationalize it as merely another swing of hormones, but an oily voice in his heart said almost gleefully to his discomfort 'Ah, didn't Victoria use you the same way? what about tender little Lee? Shall we walk down memory lane with the unforgettable Tai?' He had always felt that he had the upper hand in all those past relationships, but now as history repeated itself a little differently, he grew more and more worried about if he should put so much trust in her love... All of those that put all of their hearts into him...all ended up with nothing more than a either a quick good bye or not even that. so he lay there...worrying, then hating himself for it. 'Isabella Loves me!' he repeated to himself.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 16, 2006 23:44:35 GMT -5
Isabella slept quietly, curling up against him and drawing peace from the love he gave her. But in her dreams, she kept flashing back to the words her mother had spoken... "I didn't give birth to you... You were a constant reminder of how he cheated on me..." She let out a soft wimper in her sleep and nuzzled against him.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 16, 2006 23:56:25 GMT -5
Voltaire felt her cuddle against him in her sleep and he pushed down his black thoughts and shoved them into the dark corner of his heart. He began to croon to her a half made up song of how much he loved her. Once he started his heart felt lighter, because he really did love her so much, it was like a rising sun or moon.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 17, 2006 0:04:04 GMT -5
Even in her sleep, Isabella felt him next to her, holding her, and it eased all the pain of her mother's words, which seemed to echo in her head. She began to dream slightly, imagining what it might have been like to grow up with Raphael's family instead of her own. Would she have ever become a Death Eater if her childhood had been happier? And if she hadn't been a Death Eater, would she have met Voltare? She stirred slightly, her mind filled with questions she knew had no answers.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 17, 2006 0:10:29 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled as he felt Isabella's troubles ease from her mind. He hopped never to have to deal with the harpy that was her step mother again for the rest of her life, which he hoped wasn't too long. He made a stern promise to her that He would kill her should she ever darken their lives again...now he wondered if she had the guile to do it.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 17, 2006 21:55:09 GMT -5
Isabella floated in and out of sleep, relaxing each time she realized that Voltaire's arms were still around her. She couldn't rest unless she knew he was there, holding her, loving her. After a while, however, the dreams began to get the best of her. She dreamed she was a child again, living with her uncle Raphael, when her stepmother burst in, and yelled at her in her horrible, shrewish way. Isabella could still hear her voice... "Every time I look at you, I see a reminder of how he cheated on me!" She gasped and awoke with a start.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 17, 2006 22:02:49 GMT -5
Voltaire was jolted out of his wandering mind by Isabella jerking awake with a gasp.
"Isa? your alright, shh your ok." he said placing a hand over her heart, feeling it flutter. After a moment he snuggled his head against hers and asked "Are you still feeling ill?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 17, 2006 22:41:07 GMT -5
Isabella sniffled. "I feel... I don't know. I'm just so confused. I mean, my whole life... or, my childhood, at least... it was all a lie, you know? I just keep thinking... what if things had been different? I don't want to think that way, because I know that what has happened can't be changed, but... I had a mother who loved me... and I never got to know her..." She sighed and wiped at her eyes.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 17, 2006 22:59:52 GMT -5
"But that's the important thing Isa... She loved you. has long as you have that, no one can take that from you, and no one can take me from you." he said laying kissing on her neck. " Maybe, later, we can possibly connect with your mother's family...your real mother's family. Right now, it's far too much love. don't get sick over it." he said feeling worried that so much stress could ultimately harm her, as he had read, which he promptly stopped reading.
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