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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 12:08:18 GMT -5
"I think you underestimate your own strength," Isabella said, laying her head against his chest. "Just remember, you were the one who saved me from myself and freed me from the cage I'd locked myself in. I need you at least as much as you need me." She pressed a kiss in the hollow of his throat, feeling certain she knew what perfect bliss was like.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 12:19:21 GMT -5
Voltaire tried to think of himself as strong as he wrapped his arms around her, but remembering how his heart crumpled when his father told him he was ashamed of what he had done made him think otherwise. So he smiled and nodded and brought his hands to his wife's shoulders and down her back so it was bare.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 12:39:38 GMT -5
Isabella shifted up just a little, so she could kiss him fully on the lips. "I love you so much," she whispered. "You have me, body and heart and soul, and... everything else." Then she closed her eyes and let herself enjoy his gentle touch across her back and shoulders.
((Yeah, we're going to have to skip to the morning soon...))
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 12:48:34 GMT -5
((Somewhere a Rooster crowed))
Voltaire opened his eyes early that morning. He knw that his mother would probably be waking up now too. He kissed Isa's temple and said "Baby, it's time to get up. Mum will be sad if you aren't up to help her." he said smiling at his wife. Knowing his mother she probably would want to continue as if nothing overly terrible happened, if only for the girls.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 13:14:10 GMT -5
"Mmmmm, OK," Isabella murmured sleepily. She didn't particularly want to leave her husband's arms, but she knew it was time. She kissed him softly, then slid out of bed, grabbing the robe she had left near by and putting it on. "What should I wear today?" she asked, smiling at him.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 15:55:14 GMT -5
"How about something black to mourn for me..." he said feeling depressed.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 16:04:09 GMT -5
Isabella walked back over to the bed and took his arms, pulling him into a sitting position, then wrapped her arms around him. "Don't be that way," she said softly. "It'll be OK, you'll see. From what I've seen of your parents, they are not hard, unyielding, unforgiving people, like my parents. Your father will forgive you." She kissed him. "And if he doesn't, well... your mother forgives you. I wouldn't be surprised if she's pleaded your case already." She smiled at him and walked back over to her case to pick out an outfit. She settled on a festive green velvet robe with a V-neck and a short hemline that fell just above her knees, showing off her long legs. It looked more like a muggle dress than a robe. "What do you think?" she asked, twirling for him.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 16:20:09 GMT -5
Voltaire had a smile and a glazed over look. "Hmmm?" he said leaning forwardand placing his chin on his hands. "Could you just dance a bit more?" he said laughing as she swatted him playfuly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 16:24:44 GMT -5
"Do we really have to leave this room?" Isabella laughed, sitting down on his lap. "I wore stockings just because you said you liked me in them, but right now all I really want is for you to take them off of me..." She tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer for a deeply passionate kiss.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 16:31:59 GMT -5
Voltaire was caught between a groan and a moan, when there was a knock on the bedroom "Button are you awake?" Marie said hearing her son groan from his bedroom. "I thought you wanted an early morning she said again tapping the door.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 16:37:45 GMT -5
Isabella pulled back quickly, and looked at Voltaire breathlessly. "I guess we'll have to wait until later for this," she said, regretfully. She gave him a quick kiss on his cheek before getting up off of his lap. "Do you want to open the door?" she asked him as she checked her appearance quickly. Her hair had gone wavy in the night, and her cheeks were still flushed.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 16:52:25 GMT -5
"NO! QUICK SECOND MUM!" and in a dash of bedsheets and articles of clothing Voltaire Dove into a bag epit had put into his room and he dashed on some pants and trousers and a shirt that was always magically pressed. he threw on a vest without buttoning it and started pulling on a pair of black socks when his mother opened the door and put her hands on her hips. "I hope you weren't doing something bad" she said smiling as her son was frantically pulling on his socks.
" I just didn't want to be caught in my Pjs" he said pouting as she walked in over the clothing explosion and ruffled his head.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 16:56:06 GMT -5
Isabella flushed even more brightly at Marie's comment. She had quickly applied some makeup and used her wand to magically straighten her hair. "Good morning, Marie," she said, turning to face her mother in law with a smile.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 17:07:53 GMT -5
Marie smiled and flicked her wand so that the clothing that Voltaire had quickly threw out of the bag went back in, folded neatly. "Good morning Isabella! How did you sleep? Ah I'm glad you thought of transfiguring the bed button, and I tell you now. Not to worry about your father, he forgives you." she said kissing him on his forehead. alright both of you should come down to the kitchen, We should have breakfast done in an hour or so. she said smiling as she turned and left the room. Voltaire had finished buttoning his vest and he did feel relived that his father forgave him...but he didn't want to trust it.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 23, 2006 17:15:51 GMT -5
Isabella smiled at Voltaire. "See, I told you he would forgive you," she said brightly. "Come on, we'd better get downstairs before we get into trouble again." She gave him a little wink. "Are you sure I look OK?"
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Post by Rori Logan on Sept 24, 2006 12:38:25 GMT -5
Rori woke up stretching. She looked over and saw Anna still sleeping. Rori sliently crawled out of bed and quietly opened her trunk. She pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweater. Rori got dressed and brushed her hair neatly. She opened the door and shut it back quietly, not to wake Anna. As soon as she shut the door, Rori walked into the kitchen to see what was for breakfast.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 24, 2006 19:17:37 GMT -5
"You look beautiful as always love." he said finishing dressing leaving off his coat because he felt it was too formal for cooking breakfast. "Let's head down stairs." he said holding his wife's arm and walking out of his bedroom.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 24, 2006 21:54:16 GMT -5
Isabella smiled and walked next to him. Although she had said she was sure Evariste would forgive Voltaire, the truth was, she really wasn't sure, despite what Marie had said. Sometimes deep disappointment was tough to get past. But she said nothing and simply followed him down to the kitchen. "Good morning," she greeted Marie, Evariste, and Rori with a smile. "I guess Anna's still in bed."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 25, 2006 14:59:59 GMT -5
"Of that I'm certain" said Evariste said blowing the rising steam off his cup of tea. Marie looked tired but still cheery as she had a chef knife cutting several large potatoes into cubes and a rather small white onion. in a large cast iron skillet she had some tomatoes that she put into the oven and walked over to the table to serve two cups of coffee and a cup of tea for Isabella. "I'm sorry dear, but my mother made me a firm believer in that coffee is bad for a mother in waiting" she said smiling as Epit appered with a plate of breakfast breads.
((they are sweet but not sugary like dessert, like a softer egg bread that's a bit sweet))
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 25, 2006 15:25:40 GMT -5
Isabella accepted the cup of tea with a smile. "That's OK. As much as I would love a cup of coffee right now, the last time I tried to drink some before I knew about the baby, it made me sick to my stomach. I guess someone was trying to tell me something," she added, winking. She took a piece of the bread from Epit's tray. "Did you need any help with anything, Marie?"
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