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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 23:00:13 GMT -5
"I didn't do anything to you Isa...All I did was get you to believe me." he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer and rubbed soothing circles on her lower back. "But by believing in me... you proved that it was really always you that I loved...and not something I molded to love me." he said smiling.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 23:06:20 GMT -5
She sighed and a tear slipped down her cheek. "And I do love you.. so much..." she whispered. She leaned up and kissed him hungrily, pulling him as close to her as she could.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 23:13:07 GMT -5
Voltaire was once again shocked a bit at the swing of her mood, but he was getting be pretty adept at swinging right along with her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 23:23:50 GMT -5
Isabella clung to him, kissing him almost desperately. But she knew her head wasn't in a good place at that moment. If they went down this road once again, it wouldn't be for the right reasons. Although she needed to feel his love, she didn't want to use him just to make her feel better about the ache in her heart that had been left by the mother she would never know. Really, all she needed right now was for him to hold her. She broke the kiss abruptly and pressed her face against his shoulder. "Just... just hold me," she breathed.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 23:38:37 GMT -5
Voltaire was oddly enough...relived that she only wanted to he held, so he wrapped his arms around her and rocked her back and forth. when it was making love, they were together, but sometimes, when Isa was feeling particularly low, Voltaire felt that maybe be was there only to put a band-aide on the situation. It seemed that maybe...after all the talking they had done, it was understood, and he felt million times more useful and needed.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 7, 2006 23:45:13 GMT -5
They lay that way for a long time, him just holding her tightly and her just clinging to him, he cheek pressed against his chest. There was no need for words or anything else. Just being there with him was enough. After a while, she finally pulled away, giving him a light kiss on his lips. "Well, come on, let's get that breakfast, huh?" she said, smiling softly. "I'm really getting hungry... and so is Bubble!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 8, 2006 0:01:06 GMT -5
"good then, let's see what I can cook up." Said Voltaire letting Isa go and finally crawling out of bed. He opened the closet and found it empty of any colthing of his, frowning he went to a side table and found it again empty then it struck him "OH yeah..I took all my clothing out! I guess i'll have to walk around nudist." he said a hand on his chin and his other hand on his elbow.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 8, 2006 0:14:45 GMT -5
"Well, that will just distract me!" she teased. "You'll just have to get your clothes from last night. I can do a cleaning charm on them if you like." She stood up and wandered over to the closet and frowned. "None of my clothes are maternity wear, so I guess I'll have to wear yesterday's clothes as well. When did you take your things out of here?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 8, 2006 0:20:42 GMT -5
"ah... when you and I weren't speaking..." he said toeing the carpet. "I thought I was never going to see you again...and I didn't want to have to come back when you moved on with being evil... so i tried avoiding ...I guess it didn't matter i was just really upset...and on my way to get really really drunk" he said feeling guilty about that fight they had.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 8, 2006 0:27:12 GMT -5
Isabella nodded quietly, then walked over to get their clothes. She handed him his clothes and then slipped into the bathroom to get dressed. When she came back into the room, fully dressed, she smiled at him sadly. "You really thought we were through then, didn't you?" she asked. "That day... I was devastated... I cried for more than an hour, then went to get drunk in the Three Broomsticks. But even then, I knew, somehow, deep in my heart, that I would get you back. I couldn't have lived through that day if I hadn't been so sure of it."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 8, 2006 0:40:04 GMT -5
"I felt like...a blind rat..." said Voltaire pulling on his shirt "I begged you...I thought it would be simplier...and when you said you couldn't...I felt..crushed...I gave you everything and when you said you couldn't...I ran away again." he said pulling on his pants and then trousers. As he tucked in his shirt and belted his pants he said "I didn't think we were through...I didn't want an excuse to run into you so soon, i thought for sure if i saw you I'd burst into tears and you'd make fun of me like you said you did everyone else..." he said buttoning his cuffs and then grabbing his vest, buttoning that as well. "Of course if you would of...i doubt I'd be standing here right now." he said not bothering with socks or shoes.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 8, 2006 0:45:18 GMT -5
"If that had happened... I wouldn't have laughed at you. I would have been crying, too. In fact, for a while... you know... the mere sight of you made me sick because I wanted to be with you so badly but I couldn't..." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Now I realize that Bubble was trying to tell me something. But you know, once I told you about the baby and we got back together... the morning sickness was better..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 8, 2006 0:56:29 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled and went to embrace Isabella. "I was stupid...and scared...which i'm sure you realize is my greatest weakness, me being stupid and scared." he said grinning. " Why don't we go have some tea and toast now." he said holding out a hand before Isa.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 8, 2006 1:04:50 GMT -5
Isabella kissed him. "Well, I'll help you to be brave and smart, how about that?" she said. "As long as we're together, we can get through anything, I'm sure of it." She put her hand in his and led him out to the living room. "OK, Cheffie, get to work!" she teased. "Your wife and child are hungry!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 8, 2006 1:12:03 GMT -5
" hehehe I'm sure some chef somewhere is cringing at the thought of me being a cheffie." he said grinning and feeling a pleasurable flush at his cooking skills, who knew the ability to cook up potatoes and eggs earned him such a title!
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 8, 2006 23:28:03 GMT -5
"Not as much as if I were to be called cheffie!" she said with a laugh. "I like your cooking. What I've had of it, anyway. You include the most important ingredient... love." She smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek before going to sit at the kitchen table.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 10, 2006 0:02:44 GMT -5
Voltaire poked around in the cupboards and found a few things to get started with, he wondered if Isabella had ever had cinnamon sugar before, but he doubted it highly, he had introduced her to curry after all. He quickly peeled a few potatoes and diced them, he ducked below the counters and found a large skillet and put it on the stove and turned it on. he put in a dash of oil and added the potatoes. he added a basic salt and pepper and then opened the icebox to see what else he could find. He found a small onion and a large tomato so he diced half the onion and added it and then the tomato. He figured it'd be fine, usually all of it was cooked separately, but today he didn't want to bother with more than one skillet. He put a lid on the pan and the found a kettle and began to heat some water, just so it would be warm and quickly threw together something that might of been biscuit dough, he got another pan and added a bit of drawn butter to the pan and he added a small rolled portions of dough to that pan and then once they were brown he removed them and sprinkled sugar and ground cinnamon on them. He made them two cups of tea and severed up the potato mash up , as it was a bit on the tender side, and a small plate of the sugared pan biscuits. All and all he felt it was alright.
"So, tell me what you think of that." he said eying his food dubiously.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 10, 2006 0:11:09 GMT -5
Isabella smiled. "Well it smells wonderful," she said. "And I really liked watching you work. You hardly used magic at all, and yet you moved so quickly... It takes a lot for me to feel completely inept, but watching you cook and knowing I can't even come close to that... well, you've humbled me." She took a mouthful of the potatoes. "Mmmmmm, it's good," she praised.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Dec 10, 2006 0:16:39 GMT -5
"Well, I am a good potion maker, I guess that's where i get it from." he said flushing " I don't brew very often, I guess because I really don't look forward to cleaning out the cauldron." he said taking a bite out of his food, It wasn't bad! it was like he just smashed his food together, which is what he would of done anyway!
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Dec 10, 2006 0:26:23 GMT -5
Isabella took a bite of her biscuit. "Ohhhh... these are so good!" she said. "Well, since you know I wasn't good at potions, I guess it makes sense I wouldn't be good at cooking. But really, I just never learned, and I never had to. I'm just glad one of us is good at it." She felt a fluttering in her stomach and laughed. "Oh... I think Bubble likes it, too!" She put her hand on her stomach to feel the baby's kicking.
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