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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 1, 2006 23:30:33 GMT -5
Isabella laughed. "Oh, he's so cute!" she cried, turning the page to see more pictures of baby Voltaire. "And you said no baby could look like you and be cute!" She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. "I love you," she said. In fact, she felt so filled up with love for him that she thought she might burst. She'd never known love like this could even exist, and now she knew she couldn't live without it.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 1, 2006 23:38:40 GMT -5
Voltaire said nothing but felt like he was going to get eaten by the chair, he felt a blush hit him so strong he thought about wincing. Just in that moment she turned the page and the first photograph was him running out of the bath when he was five or so shaking his bare bottom at the camera and then what he KNEW was squealing back into the bathroom.
He couldn't speak! He felt like a moron for ever letting photographic proof of his childhood silliness be kept!
Marie, however, was in memory land in full swing. "Oh I remember that day! We were trying to get him ready for my sisters second marriage! He was right! it wasn't so important! seeing as Marjorie had four more!" she said chuckling.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 1, 2006 23:48:31 GMT -5
Isabella laughed, then looked over at her miserable-loking husband. "Oh, don't you sit there and be embarassed," she teased. "You have nothing to hide from me. I love you no matter what. In fact, the more of these pictures I see, the more I love you. Just be glad that you have happy, funny photographs of yourself as a child. I have none. Oh, sure, I had pictures taken, but they were always stiff and posed. I had to be prim and proper and never speak until spoken to. If I even thought of behaving like this..." She shuddered and pressed her lips together tightly. Taking a breath, she indicated the pictures again. "This... this is what I want for our child. I want our child to be free to be as silly as possible. To have fun and enjoy being a kid."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 1, 2006 23:53:19 GMT -5
Voltaire still couldn't muster a word, he cleared his throat and then said "that's because you haven't seen the next page..." he said slumping glumly on the table. he did feel much better knowing she thought it was cute, but dread attacked him as he thought of the photograph of him in his mothers dark green robes and his fathers hat... with Rufus down the front of his robes sticking out of the dark green robes.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 2, 2006 0:01:17 GMT -5
Isabella shook her head. She thought he was being silly, but since she loved the silliness in him, she didn't mind. She turned the page and burst out laughing. "Oh, I'm sure there's a story behind this!" she gasped, laughing so hard her side hurt.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 2, 2006 0:13:44 GMT -5
Voltaire felt himself sink further into his chair as Isa and his mother and even his father laughed.
Évariste wiped his eyes as said "He never did come clean about what he was doing! I'm sure he was just playing dress up." If he was serious, he would of said that he doubted Voltaire would of grown up to be a womanizer.
"PLEASE!!! No more pictures of me ages 0 to 10!" yelped Voltaire as he felt his face physically hurt from the embarrassment.
He snatched the red album from them and held it to his chest feeling like the blood could seep out of his face, he was that embarrassed about his childhood immodesty!
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 2, 2006 0:29:31 GMT -5
Isabella laughed some more and stood up. She walked over to him and knelt on the floor in front of him. "Please don't be embarassed," she said. "I wanted to see these because I missed out on this part of you. And I want to know everything about you. Your life is my life now, we are one. I've told you the worst things about my past, things I regret. I admit, I have no embarassing childhood pictures like these... instead I have an empty childhood filled with pictures that look exactly the same and very few happy memories. When I laugh at these pictures, I'm not laughing at you. I'm imagining the fun you had and I'm sharing it with you." She reached up and delicately extracted the photo album from his grasp. "If you really don't want me to, I won't look any more... but you don't have to be embarassed. I don't care how silly you were or are, I love you." She leaned up and kissed him softly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 2, 2006 0:48:45 GMT -5
Voltaire felt choked up. he loosed his grip on the album and handed it to her, "No one's even come close to me the way you are now. I wasn't lying when I told you no one's ever seen this side of me..." he said wiping a tear from his eye.
He didn't know why he was crying, but it just felt so overwhelming. He was back home, he wasn't fighting with his father, Rori was there, Anna was going to show up and Isa was looking at photographs and by his side.
Évariste was silent and put a hand on his son's shoulder, standing from his seat and walked toward him. He may not of said a word but he was proud of his son and how much it took for him say those things. Seriousness wasn't an emotion Voltaire gravitated toward.
"I think maybe you should look at some of his older photographs, while he was that scamp you see there, he's no longer that boy anymore." Évariste said smiling at Isabella. He liked the woman Voltaire choose for a wife, she balanced him in a way that no one had ever done before.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 2, 2006 1:03:28 GMT -5
"You've seen sides of me that no one's ever seen. You've seen sides of me that I didn't even know existed," she reminded him gently. "I had hardly even smiled for nearly 20 years, and you got me to smile that very first night. And now, I can't seem to stop. I hope you understand just how very much that means to me." She was still kneeling, and at those words, she took both of his hands in hers and kissed his palms. She smiled once again and stood up slowly, her eyes not leaving his. "I really think we were meant to find each other, because that's the only explanation I can think of for how I feel for you." She kissed him on the temple, and finally turned to look at Evariste. "OK, we can look at the pictures from when he was older."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 2, 2006 3:00:09 GMT -5
Voltaire felt his father put a hand on his shoulder and almost felt like flinching yet again. He might cuddle with Isa, but He most certainly didn't hug is family. He found it hard, when for so long he felt he couldn't relate to them.
He finished wiping his eyes. which earned him a hug from his mother who had snuck up on him to comfort him. She had had no idea that it would effect him in such a way.
Oh the edge of his mind Voltiare Rori probably had no idea why he was so upset. She and Anna weren't even alive when he was that young, but he was going to make it a point to talk to both of them about his younger days...
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Post by Rori Logan on Sept 2, 2006 8:31:02 GMT -5
Rori grinned at Voltaire and Isabella. She was glad that she had a new family, and she started to worry about Anna, because she wasn't there already. She grabbed one of the dancing cookies and climbed up in Uncle Évariste's lap and yawned. "Hey Uncle Évariste! I didn't say hey to you yet." she said smiling up at him and biting the head of the little person cookie.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 2, 2006 17:06:54 GMT -5
Évariste had shuffled back to his seat only to have Rori sit on his lap. "Ah, poppet. You're not as small as you remember! But I'm very happy to see you, now if only Anna were to show up." he said with a gentle smile.
Voltaire opened the Album he had taken from Isa and turned to the last page they had stopped at. The little him that was in the picture, stopped waving and looked at him utterly puzzled as to why he looked so upset. Voltaire snorted and turned the page and it was yet another picture of him with a rather large rat. He knew that rat! But he couldn't remember her name. He knew he would know her name! he had to know her name! she had been with him until his second year at hogwarts! He let out a defeated sigh and showed the picture to Isa. "That was my pet rat, i got her when i was seven...I had her until my second year at Hogwarts." he said putting a finger on the rat that squirmed in his younger hands in the photograph.
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Post by Rori Logan on Sept 2, 2006 17:11:37 GMT -5
"I dunno what's taking her uncle," said Rori laying her head on his chest, sleeply. "She should be here by now. Or maybe she's still sleeping, or terrorizing someone. Although, I wouldn't put that last one past her." said Rori with a slight laugh.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 2, 2006 17:19:31 GMT -5
Évariste smiled and said "Maybe you should lay down." for the first time since veryone arrived Évariste took his wand out of his sleeve and waved it at Rori, a featherlight charm. He then scooped her up and said "I'll go put her down, We'll wake you when Anna arrives." He said smiling. He had to hold Rori since she was a baby. He took her to a downstairs study that had been converted to a guest room, just for the girls holiday.
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Post by Rori Logan on Sept 2, 2006 17:33:26 GMT -5
Rori smiled. "Thanks uncle." she said as they went into the study/bedroom.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 2, 2006 17:36:50 GMT -5
Évariste smiled and set her down on the bed and took the charm off. "Sleep well Rori. You have nothing to worry about." and he shuffled back out of the bedroom and shut the door.
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Post by Rori Logan on Sept 2, 2006 17:49:36 GMT -5
Rori smiled as Évariste closed the door. She turned her back towards the door and curled up. Soon Rori was fast asleep.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 2, 2006 17:59:18 GMT -5
Isabella looked at the picture Voltaire showed her. She could tell he was having trouble remembering again, and it worried her. She knew better than to worry he coud forget her... but there was that nagging doubt in the back of her head that kept telling her that something this good just couldn't possibly last. She shoved these dark thoughts to the back of her mind and pressed a kiss on his cheek. "You were adorable, love," she said soflty.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 0:06:58 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled and felt comforted by the fact that she knew him... really really knew him. that she understood with having to be told. How it worked he would probably never know, but he turned the page and It was another photograph of him, playing in the back garden during spring, fairys had perched on the foxgloves his mother had grown and they were flying around him and he was trying to touch them. they zipped out of his grasp and danced around the photograph in black and white with grace.
"Why don't you two take thoes to the parlor, I have to get dinner started or Anna will show up to an empty plate!" said Marie standing from her seat and waving her wand at the cookies and the albums. The albums floated back to their place and the cookies stopped dancing.
Voltaire's father stood and said "I'm going to take a nap...I haven't had this much excitement in many years!"
Voltaire's father was actually a good number of years older than his mother, but It was never so apparent as it was now that he was old enough to see it. He needed a nap.
this made Voltaire squirm inside for some reason.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 3, 2006 0:11:25 GMT -5
Isabella stood up. "Are you sure you don't need any help, Marie? I'm not much of a cook, but I'm sure I could managed to chop something, or stir..."
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