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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 27, 2006 4:05:15 GMT -5
"I guess...what i thought for so long as being strong, was actually just running away." he said his face falling neutrally. "I guess now, I understand why, for me, it was so...hard to go home. I was scared." he said looking at her with a warm gaze.
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Post by Becky Stanton on Nov 27, 2006 13:16:27 GMT -5
Becky walked over to the table with a tray carrying their drinks, Isabella's soup, Voltaire's salad and bread. "Your entrees will be out shortly," she said. "Just let me know if you need anything else." She walked away discreetly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 27, 2006 22:43:55 GMT -5
"Thank you," Isabella said to the waitress. When the girl walked away, she looked at Voltaire. "I understand being scared to face your parents. I was terrified of seeing mine again. But you were brave, and you told them the truth... and even if your father was disappointed in you, I for one, couldn't have been more proud of you."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 27, 2006 23:08:57 GMT -5
"Thank you." Said Voltaire quitely as the girl came and went. "My mother surprized me though...I thought ...I thought for sure It'd break her heart. Not that I wanted that...but I don't know what I wanted." he said smiling at Isa with a hint of sadness "I made you proud?" he asked.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 27, 2006 23:16:11 GMT -5
"You did," Isabella said, eating a little of her soup. "It had to be very hard telling your parents what you had done, that you had become a Death Eater, and that you had quit. Of course, my parents would have been more angry to know that I had quit being a Death Eater. And I didn't tell them. There was nothing to gain from it, because I didn't care what they thought of me." She laughed slightly. "I wonder if I still would have inherited all that money from my father if he knew I had quit working for the Dark Lord..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 27, 2006 23:37:32 GMT -5
Voltaire poked at his salad and took a bite, while crunching away at it he said "I say we don't think about what your t**t father would of thought. I still haven't even gotten around to reading that letter I got from the old goat. " he said swallowing his bite of salad and stabbing at a crouton. "Have you read his letter? Oh and we should also read what he has to say to our baby. I don't what bubble poisoned by that devil." he said snapping up his crouton and munched it mercilessly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 27, 2006 23:44:59 GMT -5
Isa stared down at her soup. "No, I haven't read it. I thought about throwing it in the fire, actually... but I haven't touched it since we came back. I'll read it eventually... and yes, we should definitely read whatever he wrote to the baby, too." She sighed. "You know, my mother... I mean my stepmother, for all her faults, at least had one thing going for her... she was consistent. I could always count on her to be completely hateful. My father... he was unpredictable."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 27, 2006 23:51:11 GMT -5
"Maybe he was touched in the head...Having your stepmother as a wife must of done something to his head." said Voltaire taking another stab at his salad. "Maybe now that she's all by herself, she'll get affected by her waves of ...crazy." he said frowning at the mere thought of his ...stepmother in law?! he didn't even know what to refer that harpy as.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 27, 2006 23:55:12 GMT -5
"I frankly couldn't care less what happens to that hag," Isabella said stiffly. "I feel nothing for her. And now I don't have to. Deep down, it still hurts... thinking that my life was a lie and that I suffered for nothing, but another part of me is relieved to know I don't share any genes with that woman..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 28, 2006 0:01:40 GMT -5
"That's a whole half of a family you don't have to deal with! I think that's a plus." said Voltaire reaching over and taking a hand from Isa. "What you have now, is me, the girls and maybe, when things are less hectic, an uncle from which i can say, seemed like a good man." he said with a warm smile.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 28, 2006 0:09:31 GMT -5
Isabella smiled warmly. "And that's really all I need," she said. "It's more than I had growing up, and more than I ever dreamed I'd have. I honestly thought I'd be alone for all of my life... It still amazes me that you walked into my life, spun me around a room, and changed my life so completely and so perfectly..." She looked at him with happy tears in her eyes and kissed his hand.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 28, 2006 21:00:33 GMT -5
"No crying! Not even happy crying." said Voltaire smiling at Isa. "You know that everysecond of me spining you around that room, I was hoping that you wouldn't hex me, and I'm glad you never did!" he said turning her hand over and running the pad of his thumb against her plam.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 28, 2006 22:12:56 GMT -5
"I still don't know why I didn't," she said. "I should have, and if had been any other night, any other person, I would have. Somehow... you got to me." She smiled at him. "Did you really think, when you approached me, that we would end up married?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 28, 2006 22:29:32 GMT -5
"To be honest...I didn't think of anything like that...I just thought...that I had to make an impression on you." he said grinning. "I don't know...i just felt...That i had to get you to smile, and if i could do that then i'd figure it out from there, but I never did." he said flushing a bit. he still felt chills when he talked to his Isa.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 28, 2006 22:50:39 GMT -5
She smiled. "Now it seems I can't stop smiling when I'm with you," she said. She ate a little more of her soup, then looked up at him seriously. "Voltaire... I have to know... All those other women you were with... Did you pursue them, the way you pursued me? Or did they just latch on to you?"
((This question won't hurt his feelings, will it?))
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 28, 2006 23:04:45 GMT -5
Voltaire felt a rock land into his gut, but he had to be honest "It was really them latching on first....then i'd pretend to be charming or listening to what they were saying...And if i'm COMPELETLY UTTERLY HONEST" he said gesticulating toward the table top,"The razon blade trick wasn't exactly fresh material..." he said burning to a shade of crimson. "Secretly...i thought it was just cool."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 28, 2006 23:12:56 GMT -5
Isabella stared down into her soup, feeling like an idiot. "I've got to remind myself to stop asking these questions," she mumbled. She ate a few more mouthfuls of soup, not looking at him for a moment. Finally she sighed, and looked up at him. "I just... I can't help but feel intimidated by the other women in your past. It's stupid, I know, because I'm pretty sure I could kill most of them in a duel--figuratively speaking, of course--but when it comes to... other things... well, they just have so much more... experience than I do... and you're used to that, and I get scared sometimes that... that you'll get bored of me and run off with someone more like... them. Or that one day... I'll just be the woman you pretend to listen to..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 28, 2006 23:31:41 GMT -5
"Isa, Is there really a doubt in your heart about me?" he asked not understanding her sudden change of attitude, then it struck him! "Isa, you'll never be like them! You are far too beautiful and smart. and what they had in what you call 'experience' I'll say that it doesn't matter...If fact I'll tell you, the look of utter boredom isn't exactly what I'd call a good thing..." he wanted to add how the way her face lighted up when he showed her something new, but he decided for once to measure his words!
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 28, 2006 23:51:27 GMT -5
She looked at him sincerely. "I'm being stupid again, aren't I?" she said. "Voltaire, it's not you I doubt. It's me. I've never seen myself as anything great, and for you to have fallen in love with me so quickly... I just... I don't know how I managed to get so lucky. It's like... like this Muggle movie I saw once, about a girl who lived on a farm with her aunt and uncle and her little dog... and everything was black and white, and she wished she could go over the rainbow, and then she did and everything was bright and colorful... I just don't want to wake up like the girl in the movie and find that my life is still in black and white..." She took a sip of her drink, then grinned at him. "Really? They were bored?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 29, 2006 0:05:56 GMT -5
"Aw Isa, you life isn't Black and white...I have a few coloured cloaks and you know that." he said chuckling at his own joke, then he added "Yes...usually on every occasion...it sickened me and also embarrassed me." he said frowning at the memory. "But once they did bother or embarrass me, I stopped tolerating them." he said flatly stabbing at his salad again.
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