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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 11:06:05 GMT -5
The portkey dropped Isabella and Voltaire down a few yards away from the cabin. Isabella stood up and dusted herself off before holding her hand out to help him up. "Come on, let's go inside," she said.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 11:10:55 GMT -5
Voltaire grabbed her hand and stood up. "Marvelous idea!" he said walking in stride with her to the front door, which he threw open and scooped her up and walked inside. depositing her on the sofa.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 11:15:38 GMT -5
Isabella laughed and sat up. "Oh, no, not yet," she said. "Voltaire, we need to talk about what happened tonight... I can see that it upset you..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 11:29:30 GMT -5
Voltaire stopped and shut the front door and he went back sullenly back to the sofa. He sat down with a plop and stripped off his shirt and flung it at the love seat cross from them. He turned and looked at her. "I just, well I actually just wanted tonight to go perfectly. I was a nervous wreck before walking into that ball room," he coughed and pulled the half empty pack of smokes out of his pocket and chucked them at the loveseat too "I've smoked more of thoes tonight than i have since i started! " he said frowning.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 11:41:52 GMT -5
"I know, darling," she said. "I wanted nothing more than to be able to dance with you. And it was disturbing to see that girl lose it like that. If only Laitia had handled the situation better from the start, this wouldn't have happened." She kissed him softly. "We're going to have to talk about your little habit, darling. I'm not crazy about smelling like an ashtray..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 11:53:57 GMT -5
"It's not that often...Only when i'm nervous....or stressed...Don't give me that look, i can quit when ever i want" he said and pouted because he knew it wasn't true! Then he started to laugh "I will try" he said pouting.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 11:59:44 GMT -5
She kissed him again. "It's OK, I love you anyway," she said. "I just need you to be around for a long, long time, and I won't allow your bad habit to take you away from me too soon." She smiled slightly. "Well, now that we're here alone, maybe we could have that dance now?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 12:23:41 GMT -5
"that sounds wonderful." he said holding out one hand to her "Dance with me my Dahling" he said happliy.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 12:32:28 GMT -5
She took his hand and stood up, wrapping her arms around his bare neck. With a wave of her wand, she conjured a small orchestra of instruments, which began to play for them. She sighed happily as he swept her around the room.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 15:15:09 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled and said "Maybe tonight isn't such a loss... You're a blam to my soul, do you know that Isabella?" he said relishing the feel of her arms around his bare shoulders and neck.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 22:46:09 GMT -5
She kissed him. "Same to you," she whispered, leaning her head against him and closing her eyes. She just wanted to lose herself in his arms and forget about the rest of the world...
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 23:26:25 GMT -5
"Then lets lose ourselves!" he said spining her round. "Lets you and me depart from this crule reality..." he said kissing her deeply.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 23:34:30 GMT -5
"I love you," she sighed. "More than I ever would have thought possible..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 23:47:13 GMT -5
"And there is no one I'd rather love than you." he stopped dancing and brought her closer. " I think i couldn't be this happy. Even after everything that's happened today. I know were together and that makes it better" he said to her ear.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 16, 2006 23:54:00 GMT -5
She kissed him again. "My life was nothing before you. I was miserable and angry at the world, and you... you changed me." She pulled back slightly and looked him in the eyes. "There are things you don't know about me.... There are dark places inside me, but you made them light again. I want to tell you everything... all the things I never spoke to a single person before..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 17, 2006 0:04:58 GMT -5
"I'm hear and i'm Willing to hear it all" he said looking back into her gaze.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 1:29:15 GMT -5
She kissed him, then looked at him, almost shyly. "I mentioned how I hate my parents, right? They trained me to be... the way I was. To not show emotions... to not laugh or cry or even smile. They used... horrible methods..." She squeezed her eyes shut, unable to go on.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 18, 2006 12:00:02 GMT -5
"Like what?" he said grasping her hands, rubbing them between his,"Shh it's ok. they can't get near you anymore." he said soothingly.
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