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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 0:51:25 GMT -5
Voltaire and Isa drifted off in a light slumber, downstairs Marie and Epit were finishing a roast.
"My Epit, it's very silent in this house for having so many in it!" to this the shy and somewhat lank house elf said "yeses misses, Maybe all a light rest before dinner?" she said oddly.
" You stay here and don't touch anything, If you so much as move, It's clothes!" she said sternly to the house elf, who looked panic striken and froze. She never trusted the elf...It talked oddly and it behaved oddly, she felt the need to have her stand still if she left the kitchen to wake her husband and more than likely her son and wife.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 1:01:39 GMT -5
Isabella shifted very slightly in his arms, sleeping softly. She felt lighter than air, almost as if she were sleeping on a cloud. She had never known that anything could feel like this... that simply dozing in the arms of the man she loved could make her feel like heaven...
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 1:05:15 GMT -5
****AWWWW damn it makes me wanna cuddle...WHERE's me rufus now?!****
Voltaire had his eyes shut, but he felt the world. He thought if he could hold his breath, he'd feel both Isa and he move the fraction of an inch as the earth did.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 1:16:28 GMT -5
Isabella sighed against him, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest against her own. Still on the edge of consciousness, she found herself worrying about Voltaire's memory problems again. She wondered if he would be able to remember this moment, years from now. She was sure she never would, and she hated the thought that he might.... She forced these thoughts from her mind and tried to concentrate on the feeling of his arms around her. It wasn't long before the feeling of perfect blss returned and the nagging doubts had flown from her mind.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 1:39:30 GMT -5
Marie opened her bedroom door and swayed over to where her husband lay. He was snoring softly and she kissed his temple and said "Oh aye, I do believe it's time to rise." and he snorted in his sleep and opened his eyes. "Chéri, je t'aime tant." he mumbled and gave her a grin as he sat up and woke up. "Is Voltaire, Isabella and Rori downstairs? Has Anna arrived?" he said standing and looping his arm with his wifes'. "They aren't down in the parlor or dining room, They must be upstairs. Both the girls are home and Anna made a crash in the kitchen! poor thing, right on her bum she landed!" they both laughed and walked down the hallway towards the stairs.
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Post by Rori Logan on Sept 4, 2006 21:31:22 GMT -5
Rori walked up to see about Voltaire and Isabella. She lightly tapped on the door, and let out a slight giggle at them. "Dinner's ready."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 21:45:58 GMT -5
Voltaire opened an eye and stuck his tongue out at Rori. He then licked Isa across the cheek and said "Time for dinner sweetness!" and made to lick her again.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 21:52:12 GMT -5
Isabella giggled and opened her eyes. "Come on, now, we don't want to make her sick before dinner!" she said. She playfully caught his tongue between her thumb and forefinger.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 21:56:47 GMT -5
"wah wooo wannn wooo?" he asked as if she could still understand him. what would she want him to do? he was comfortable, but then again dinner sounded like a good idea...
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 22:01:09 GMT -5
Isabella released his tongue, then kissed him. "Come on, we should go down. Your mother and Epit have put a lot of work into dinner. Besides, our child is hungry." She patted her stomach and smiled.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 22:08:46 GMT -5
"Ok ok!" said rolling over and falling of the lounge. "I meant to do that!" he said standing and straightening out his suit and then reaching down to help Isa. "You can head on down Rori, We'll be there in a moment!" he said as Isa stood up.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 22:12:08 GMT -5
Isabella stood up and put her arms around him. "I love you," she whispered, kissing him again. "So, how is your mom's cooking? Just so I know what to expect."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 22:19:53 GMT -5
Voltaire thought about it and said "She cooks alot better than me!" and left it at that. He kissed her nose and wrapped an arm around her and started to walk towards the door.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 22:27:15 GMT -5
"Well, good, then. I can't wait." She smiled as she walked downstairs with him. "I'm so glad we came to visit your parents. This is what I used to wish my holidays could be like, when I was a little girl. I'd given up on dreaming of it... and now it's finally come true..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 22:30:50 GMT -5
"And you'll get to look forward to this every single year..and every day." Voltaire said leaning his head towards Isa's. They walked down the hallway and rouned the corner and walked down the stairs. "You know Once when i was five, i couldn't go outside because I had chicken pox, Have you heard of that? it's a muggle illness... anyway my mum charmed the stairs smooth and let me slide down them." he said laughing at the memory, frankly happy he still had it!
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 22:38:41 GMT -5
She smiled. "That's really sweet," she said. "Is chicken pox like dragon pox? I had that once." She frowned as she remembered her time sick in bed.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 22:46:12 GMT -5
"I've never had Dragon pox, all I know is that chicken pox are ITCHY! a rough stone wall seemed like a good idea to run against!" he said remembering how his mother didn't let him scratch the odd little bumps on his skin. "I was covered in a smelly potion to get me to stop itching. Sweating got rid of the smell, but also the potion!" he said remembering pouting and saying "I'd rather smell like old toes!" really he did!
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 22:49:54 GMT -5
She laughed. "Yeah, dragon pox is itchy, too. I itched a lot, and had a really high fever... there were a couple of days where I was completely unconscious and delirious. To tell you the truth, I almost died. If the fever hadn't broken when it did, I might not be standing here."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 22:59:25 GMT -5
"then i'm very well happy that you are a strong Isabella!" he said seriously stopping in the middle of the stairs. "without you I might be pulling out my wand and doing mayhem" he said embracing her and standing on a step lower than her laying his head upon her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 4, 2006 23:10:30 GMT -5
"There were times, when I was younger, when I would think about that and wish I had died that time," she confessed sadly. "I was so unhappy and alone... I just felt it would have been better if I had died. But then I would have died alone and unloved. You know when I was sick, the only ones sitting by my side were the house elves? Bitsy, in particular, was there the whole time. But my parents were nowhere to be seen. They sent in a healer, but that was it. They never even checked in on me." She had tears in her eyes and she wiped them away impatiently. "I don't want you to feel sorry for me," she said. "I'm sick of thinking about my past. It sucked.... but I got through it somehow. And you... this... everything... it's my reward. I'm so glad you decided to try for me... I don't know what it was you saw in me then, but I'm just glad you did. Sometimes... there's this negative voice in the back of my mind that tries to tell me that something this good can't last... that sooner or later, it'll all fall apart. But I swear, I won't let that happen. We need each other, and through some miracle we found each other. I'll fight like hell, even against Voldemort himself, to make sure what we have isn't lost." She kissed him deeply, right there on the stairs.
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