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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 2, 2006 22:49:49 GMT -5
Voltaire escaped the tender clutches of his wife and went into the kitchens. One thing Voltaire had come to love is food that wasn't bland, and since that ill fated meeting he was fairly sick of boiled potatoes, broth, and soups. He needed cake! He entered the kitchen and was immeditatly assulted by a house elf.
"Hello master Skipit! hows may tippy help you?" the little thing asked happily.
"I need Cake and i need something spicy! I don't which i get first, but just don't mix them!" he said walking over to a kitchen table and he sat down smiling as the little thing scurried off.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 2, 2006 22:54:24 GMT -5
Isabella slipped out of the Hospital wing to get changed, and on the way back, she decided to stop at the Kitchens for some more peanut butter. She couldn't understand the craving, since she usually hated the stuff, but she decided to just go with it, for the baby's sake. She walked into the kitchen and was surprised to find her husband sitting down at a table. "You!" she said, laughing. "What are you doing down here?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 2, 2006 22:58:48 GMT -5
"AH!" he said spoting her "I've been caught!" Tippy choose this time to deposit a large chocolate cake infront of him ,a glass of milk and what looked like indian curry and rice.
"I was a little peckish" he said sheepishly at the large amounts of food before him.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 2, 2006 23:04:36 GMT -5
She dropped her jaw and shook her head at him. "If you eat all that, I may not be the one gaining pregnancy weight!" She walked over to him and sat down next to him. "Now, really, darling, I'm going to be blowing up like a balloon and losing my girlish figure, but one of us needs to stay slim!" She leaned in and kissed him. "And you know you shouldn't be out of bed yet... you could have just told me you wanted something other than broth and potatoes!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 2, 2006 23:14:47 GMT -5
"But you always seemed so pleased!" he said pouting. "come on! lets have our cake and eat it too!" he said smiling widely. Picking up a fork he took a bite of the cake "MMM it's good! and i'm not going to eat it all... but i'll save it!" he said feeling a blush creep into his face.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 2, 2006 23:22:38 GMT -5
"Well, I suppose I can have a little, too," she said. "That is, if you want to share. I actually came down for more peanut butter... I can get enough of the nasty stuff all of a sudden! But a little chocolate cake... you know, I never even used to allow myself to have sweets? I was always so disciplined and tightly-wound. I think it's been years since I had chocolate cake... other than our wedding cake, of course, but I had more of that on my face than in my mouth..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 2, 2006 23:25:35 GMT -5
"Well i'm here to awaking your desire for all things sweet, you married me after all, and i've proven myself to be a sap!" he said stabbing the cake and lifting the fork to her mouth. "besides seeing you eat chocolate cake makes me want to be a fork more than anything on the planet!" he said smiling.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 2, 2006 23:33:34 GMT -5
Isabella opened her mouth and allowed him to put the forkful of cake in her mouth. It was rich, moist, and even still a little warm, and she smiled in spite of herself. "Mmmmmm," she said, closing her eyes. "You evil man, you're tempting me in all kinds of terrible ways! I'd better not gain too much weight, do you hear me?" She smiled and opened her eyes, looking at him. "How many times can I say I love you before it gets old?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 3, 2006 0:14:10 GMT -5
"Never gets old!" said taking a bite of cake. "I would love to say i love you untill i'm blue in the face! and i don't think i'll find you any less atractive than i do now. I love you" he said making his voice sing songy. he took another bit of cake and held it out to her, with his other hand he took a sip of cold milk and he had a cute milk 'tash upon his already 'tashed lip!
*that sounds so cute to me!*
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 3, 2006 22:05:30 GMT -5
Isabella laughed. "You are so odd... but you're mine!" she said. "I've never known anyone like you... that must be why you were able to reach me when no one else ever could." She leaned in and kissed the milk mustache off of his lips.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 3, 2006 22:13:39 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled as she kissed him "ah, I think your the best thing that's ever happened to me Isabella, Have you ever tried Curry?" he asked suddenly lifting the glass lid from the bowl of rice and chicken. the spicy smell of cumin,cinnamon, cloves and corriander wafted from it and Voltaire looked like blessed cat for a moment.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 3, 2006 22:18:59 GMT -5
"I know you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she said. "No, I haven't tried curry. I'm sorry to say that I was raised on very sophisticated dishes, French and Italian cooking mostly. My parents were such snobs... you know I lived in Germany and never had sausages?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 3, 2006 22:29:36 GMT -5
"WHAT?! you've never had a cat tongues or Pumpernickel Bread with Hirtenkäse cheese or bratwurst?!" he said looked aghast at her "Oh then we must change that as soon as we can! maybe we could convince the house elves to make you a small german feast!" he said dishing up two plates of curry on plates that appered infront of them magically.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 3, 2006 22:42:32 GMT -5
"No. My family wouldn't be caught dead eating stuff like that. But since I know now that I am not like my family... I'll try anything." Isabella smiled at him. "I don't know why I trust you so completely, but I do. I always swore I'd never put this much trust in anyone, but you... It was so easy..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 3, 2006 22:52:39 GMT -5
Voltaire held her hand in his and said "You trust me, because I trust you. I trust you with everything I have Isa, my family, my life and my heart, and you've already proven to take care of all three with as much passion and fire as that night i meet you and you stared down the dark lord." he said kissing her hand.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 3, 2006 22:56:57 GMT -5
She looked at him seriously. "You know, that feels like a lifetime ago. I was such a different person then... it feels strange to even talk of that now. I really just want to forget about the person I was. I don't like her, and I never really did. And to think, I used to be so blind to the Dark Lord's flaws... I believed in him so deeply, it was like I was in a trance! I'm just glad to have finally come out of it."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 3, 2006 23:05:06 GMT -5
"I never saw that you were intranced love, But i was certainly taken with you!" he said smiling. "I think it's best that you don't think about it, the last thing you want is that to be affecting your mood!" he said seriously. He wanted Isa to be happy and hale for the rest of her life.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 3, 2006 23:14:26 GMT -5
"I'll never understand what you saw in me... I pushed down every good quality I had so deep inside me that I forgot it was ever there." She smiled and touched his cheek. "I'm just glad you did see me. Now tell me, darling, are you sure you're OK? You don't hurt at all, do you? I'm still worried about the effects of what he did to you."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 3, 2006 23:30:22 GMT -5
"I'm alright, I'm still a little sore, but i haven't had that sort of seizing up since that last one yesterday night. I figure I need to be moving more!" he said looking down at his plate. He stabbed at the yellow chicken and popped it into his mouth. He swallowed and said "I just haven't had to stay in bed like that in a long time!" he said sheepishly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 3, 2006 23:34:08 GMT -5
"I know," she said. "But if you think you're well enough, I think maybe we can get Poppy to release you to your chambers. Then maybe I can apply that salve a little more liberally..." She grinned wickedly.
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