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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 31, 2006 22:04:59 GMT -5
Voltaire heard the shower run and thought that was a great idea! Her hair looked adorable, at least to him! he set the table and went about trying to make toast without buring it.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 31, 2006 22:16:22 GMT -5
When she finished in the shower, she stepped out and performed a quick cleaning charm on her clothes, so that they were fresh and neatly pressed. Then she used a drying charm on her hair. But instead of making it dry perfectly straight or with a curl at the ends, she let it dry wavy, making her look more casual.
When she was ready, she stepped out of the bathroom and headed to the kitchen, where she hoped Voltaire would have some coffee ready. Hopefully, once she had some caffeine in her system, the headache would go away.
She smiled at him. "Good morning," she said. "I'm sorry if I was a little grumpy earlier. I'm really not a morning person, and I have this headache today... How's the coffee coming?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 31, 2006 22:34:50 GMT -5
Voltaire looked up and saw the answer to very wish he had ever had. looking very much refreshed. He was however trying to scrap the black stuff off his toast. He smiled and said "Coffee, eggs, potatoes, kippers and toast!" holding up the piece of toast, which sadly no amount of scraping would get rid of the black stuff. it was burnt. but at least the rest of breakfast was ok!
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 31, 2006 22:38:54 GMT -5
She smiled at him. "Thank you," she said, walking over to him. She took the burnt toast out of his hand, set it on the counter, and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm sure you did great. I should probably warn you, I'm a lousy cook, so I'm glad you did it." She kissed him and then leaned her head against his shoulder.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 31, 2006 22:55:08 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled and said "Anything for the princess that had four shots of whiskey! Because my lady you most assuradly win" he said wrapping his arms about her. then suffled her neck.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 31, 2006 23:00:24 GMT -5
She laughed, feeling no urge to leave his embrace. "Really, I can drink much more than that..." she said. "That was nothing, really. I admit, it's a habit I should break, but trust me, I could drink you under the table any night!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 31, 2006 23:05:06 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled and laughed "Ok so let's say you can! I however would like to eat my kipper, it's looking very forlorn there next to the potatoes!" he said biting her ear. "come on let's eat then i can go back to telling you how lovely you are!"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on May 31, 2006 23:12:25 GMT -5
"Hmmmm, OK," she said, giving him a quick kiss. She took a plate and filled it with food, making sure to leave plenty for him, then she poured a cup of coffee and sat down across from him. "You know," she said, after taking a long gulp of black coffee, "I poured my guts out to you last night. Don't think I didn't remember. Telling you about Charles and my days at Durmstrang and how I got to be the way I was... that wasn't easy. I'm still trying to understand how it is that I've become such a different person from who I always thought I was, thanks to you. But, I want to know more about you now. What you've been through, what you were like before me. I want to know about the other women you loved before me so I can hunt them down and murder them in their beds." She grinned at him to show she was joking, but she wasn't entirely sure that she really was.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on May 31, 2006 23:26:39 GMT -5
Voltaire piled his plate with food and said "Well don't commit sucide! that would depress me! Love is totally new to me!" he said avoiding the real question. "I went to hogwarts i was in Slytherin, I had this big fat head of house that liked giving me pointers on who i should mingle with! nice guy, just tubby. My family was always weird. I was much older when Rori and Anna were born to my aunts. They were always weird, and smelled funny." he said taking a bite of his eggs and kippers, mashing them together. "I started dualing just to get money. then i started getting good and that went from there. before i knew it was was going from country to country fighing rich men's battles. it was fun, i had lots of...friends. when i was in the US though. I was dualing this really ...well he was a prat. He was mean and strong. he was breaking the rules of engagement we had set up before the fight and i couldn't break my side or i'd have to pay out. so i did the only thing i could do, given the provisions. i killed him. i had ment to stun him, but it was a charm i wasn't very good at. any of them really and it was far too strong. it hit him dead on the head and killed him." he took a deep breath and shoved a forkful of kippers and eggs in his mouth, swallowing thickly " I won, i got paid and came home to stew in what i wanted to do next" he said adding a spoon of sugar to his black coffee.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 1, 2006 22:25:49 GMT -5
"So that's what happened? The man you killed?" She reached across the table and touched his cheek. "It was an accident, really. You didn't mean it. And if he wasn't fighting fair, you could have been dead instead... And if that had happened, we never would have found each other." She ate some of her kippers and eggs, her eyes not leaving his face. "You've really never loved anyone else before me? I just... I was sure that since you swept me off my feet so easily, you must have had experience in the past."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 2, 2006 12:10:54 GMT -5
"I guess your right.." he took another bite of his kippers and tried thinking of a way to explain...Experiance was a very keen word she used..."I've had girlfriends" taking a bite of potatoes if only to prolong the next question."They weren't important to me!" he said looking her in the face, giving her the "puppy" look.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 2, 2006 12:52:19 GMT -5
She felt her heart sink, just a little. "I mean, I guess I didn't expect..." She sighed. "Of course you had other girlfriends. I mean, I went out with people, too... although I'd never say any of them were boyfriends. I never had any friends at all, really. I never let anyone get close enough. Most of the men I went out with were just people I needed to get information out of for the Dark Lord. And once, he had me set someone up for a trap..." she trailed off. "I may not have actually killed anyone, but I've done some terrible things."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 2, 2006 13:05:20 GMT -5
Voltaire felt his stomach crap. He never thought thoes pointless relationships *if you could call them that* were causing this much distress to him. "They really didn't mean a thing. And i don't care if you have a mean streak, it just makes you more interesting." he said trying to smile his charming smile, but instead he got another forkfull of potatoes and shoved them into his mouth, not really wanting to eve try to remember the last one!
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 2, 2006 13:16:25 GMT -5
She ate another mouthful of potatoes and looked at him. "I feel like there's something you're not telling me," she said. "I don't want any secrets between us."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 2, 2006 13:26:52 GMT -5
"Nothing!" he squeeked but one look at her melted him and he said "i guess i was a slut" he said feeling ashamed. 'I thought men are supposed to be proud of this kind of thing!' he angrily thought to himself, but looking at Isa's face, he knew he felt ashamed because she was the only important person he had ever met. Loving her meant questioning all he had ever come to think and admire.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 2, 2006 13:42:20 GMT -5
She felt almost as if he'd just ripped her heart out of her chest and she was staring down at her own, still beating heart. She took a deep breath and swallowed the rest of her coffee. "Of course," she said tightly. "I mean, I couldn't expect... I can't very well blame you for what you did before we met... but I still kind of want to hunt them down and kill them all..." she sighed. "I mean it when I say no one has ever gotten as close to me as you have. No one ever even kissed me before you. I wouldn't let them."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 2, 2006 14:02:26 GMT -5
"And i don't want to kiss anyone else the way i kiss you!" he said stand up. He felt like he ruined this before he even knew her name. the feeling of despair caught in this thoart and made him choke a little. he ran to her side of the table and knelt infront of her putting both hands on her knees "If i could take it back i would, if i could gone on with out telling you i would, but i can't every fiber of my being wants you to know me, Your the kind of girl I want make macoroni and cheese for! your the one I told about my charms disablity and the one that wears my family's pendent, none of the others ever even came close to even knowing my cousins' call me Skippy!" he said wanting her to understand just how every important she was to him.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 2, 2006 14:21:32 GMT -5
She put her hands on top of his. "I'm not mad," she said. "Burning with jealousy, yes, but I'll get over it. I certainly didn't think you'd been a monk before you met me. You are a very different person from me, so my lack of experience doesn't have anything to do with your past. I was frozen inside, and I wouldn't let anyone near me. I didn't even believe in love. But I know how you feel about me, I know this is real. Even if it feels like a dream sometimes. I think a part of me is always going to be afraid that you'll get bored of me, and find someone prettier and younger and more interesting, but that's my fault, not yours. It's going to take me some time to get over my trust issues." She tipped his face up to hers and bent down to kiss him. "But if you do leave me, I'm afraid I'll have to kill you," she said with a small smile.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 2, 2006 15:28:02 GMT -5
He sighed "I'd never willingly leave you. even when i thought my heart couldn't bear the thought of you rejecting me, i still waited and hoped for you." putting his head in her lap he began to sing to her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 2, 2006 15:36:13 GMT -5
She ran her hands over his head. "You better not," she said. "I don't even want to think about living without you now." She looked at her watch. "I need to leave soon or I'll be late for my class. I wish I didn't have to go; I want to stay here with you..."
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