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Oct 13, 2007 16:40:44 GMT -5
Post by Évariste&Marie Skipit on Oct 13, 2007 16:40:44 GMT -5
Marie sighed "I'm not sure. He was a sensitive boy, hated being called names. I don't understand even that little boy went, when he was replaced by the cool indifferent man my son became." she shook her head and set down her tea cup. " Maybe you both need to practice some restraint, sometimes it's harder not saying what first comes to mind...But then again that sounds an awful lot like Tact, which is something Voltaire never had much of." she said tapping a finger to her chin thoughtfully.
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Oct 13, 2007 16:47:40 GMT -5
Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 13, 2007 16:47:40 GMT -5
"Indifferent..." Isabella repeated. "Since the moment he walked into my life, that is one word that I would never dream of calling him. He's always been so passionate and loving..." She sniffled loudly. "I hate that I hurt him..."
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Oct 13, 2007 16:55:07 GMT -5
Post by Évariste&Marie Skipit on Oct 13, 2007 16:55:07 GMT -5
"Then you truly are special to him, He hadn't seen or spoken to us in years. Letters stopped, He didn't bother to remember us. Yes, He was indifferent." she said waving away the last of her cake. "you must of been as cold as winds up north if he seems Passionate." she joked hoping to lift Isabella's mood.
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Oct 13, 2007 17:13:10 GMT -5
Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 13, 2007 17:13:10 GMT -5
"Well, back at school they called me an ice queen," Isabella said. "But Voltaire brought out the passionate side of me, the side that I had kept buried for so long. Just by sweeping me across the room in a dance." The tears welled up again, and she closed her eyes and leaned back. "What if I've ruined everything?"
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Oct 13, 2007 17:19:22 GMT -5
Post by Évariste&Marie Skipit on Oct 13, 2007 17:19:22 GMT -5
"That sounds so sweet...You obviously aren't weak, I know he's not a weak person, No I don't see as this as the end. " she said checking the temperature of the tea. "would you like more?" she asked sending the plate of cakes to the kitchen with a wave of her wand.
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Oct 13, 2007 17:32:25 GMT -5
Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 13, 2007 17:32:25 GMT -5
Isabella sighed. "No, thank you... I'm feeling quite tired. I tihnk maybe I need to sleep some more... could you just keep an eye on Conor for a while?" She looked over at her son, wishing she felt strong enough to hold him.
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Oct 13, 2007 17:41:51 GMT -5
Post by Évariste&Marie Skipit on Oct 13, 2007 17:41:51 GMT -5
Marie smiled "Yes of course, I'll show you a monitoring charm in the morning." she stood up and waved her tea set back to the kitchen, helping Isabella down for the night. "It's useful when they are so small." she said motioning toward the baby. She waved a crib into being for her grandson and carefully set him in it. waving a charm around him to warn her if he awoke in the night. "Sleep well Isabella, Everything will turn out right, you'll see." she said optimistically.
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Oct 14, 2007 22:03:46 GMT -5
Post by Isabella Rothschild on Oct 14, 2007 22:03:46 GMT -5
Isabella closed her eyes and sighed. At last her baby was safe, and she was in a safe place. It felt good to be here, with Marie and Evariste. She felt as she had never felt as a child... she felt loved. It would still take a while to heal, and she would have to concentrate on picking up the pieces of her marriage and putting it back together. But here, she felt at home, and the challenges that lay ahead didn't seem quite so difficult. She snuggled under the covers and drifted into a warm, peaceful sleep.
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