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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 12:52:56 GMT -5
Voltaire Bid the Lady Esme goodbye and made his way directly to the hospital wing, He felt terribly guilty for leaving so early the previous morning, then drinking all day, then passing out, then still not getting back until now. He hoped to see Rori's smiling face and saying 'Hey skippy!' but he felt a knot in his chest, It hurt to be here, Each step was laced with regret, he shook his head ignoring the What If's and entred the hospital wing.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 13:10:45 GMT -5
Isabella walked slowly into the school. She had managed to take a quick shower at Alastor's house, and had detangled her matted-down hair, but she still looked a mess. She'd left her hair wavy and unkempt, her eyes were still red and puffy, and her face was the color of bone. She was also still wearing the clothes from two days ago, which were now starting to look very worn.
The walk had been hard, as her muscles and joints and bones and everything ached and felt heavy. The nauseous feeling in her stomach hadn't abated yet, and a steady stream of tears had been flowing down her cheeks. Slowly she made her way upstairs, intending to go and hide in her office. But as she passed the Hospital Wing on the first floor, she paused. She knew he would probably be in there, holding Rori's hand. There was still one thing she needed to know from him... She hesitated for a long moment, then stepped inside.
There he was, as she had expected, sitting with Rori. Her stomach lurched painfully and her heart ached. She wiped at the tears that were streaking her cheeks and, with a deep breath, walked over to him.
"How's Rori?" she asked very quietly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 13:51:56 GMT -5
Voltaire felt his heart lurch, he wanted to smile but couldn't, the choice was made. "Fine, still sleeping" he said, just a little unsure if that's what was really happening. "What do you need? I'm sure you didn't come here to visit Rori." he said biting his tongue that he sounds angry. he wanted to hold her and tell her sorry but he couldn't so he sat there, his back half turned to her, almost expecting to be hit.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 13:57:52 GMT -5
Isabella heard the anger in his voice, and felt a horrible burning in her chest. She bit her lower lip and tried to gather control. "I hope she's better soon, I'm very fond of Rori," she said stiffly. "Could we talk for a second? Out in the hall?" A slightly high-pitched sound crept into her voice, making her sound like she was begging.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 14:08:16 GMT -5
Voltaire took a breath and tried to clam his beating heart. "Yes, Ok." he said almost in a breathy voice. He shivered as he stood up and patted Rori's hand. He turned and felt every step hurt in his chest. but none the less he stood straight, knowing his complexion was blotchy and that his nose was red from crying.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 14:22:20 GMT -5
She took only mild comfort in the fact that he looked almost as bad as she did. She wanted him to hurt as much as she was hurting. Silently, she led him out of the room, hoping he wouldn't notice that her breathing was coming in shallow, ragged gasps. As they stepped into the hall, she took a deep breath and faced him, her eyes swimming with tears.
"Have you decided what you're doing yet?" she asked. She tried to sound professional, but was betrayed by the quiver in her voice. "Are you going into hiding? And have you turned me in yet?"
She asked the last question with a bit of an edge to her voice, hoping against hope that the idea of turning her in as a Death Eater would be the furthest thing from his mind.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 14:37:17 GMT -5
"I think i'll stay with the aurors, I'm going to dumbledore for help...Isa-bella, you know i'm not going to give you up to him, but Laitia and Valerie will go out with me" he couldn't take teaching away from her. he didn't want to ruin her life. He wanted to build a life with her, the fact remained that she didn't want to, but he shove it aside and let his answer sink in.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 14:48:45 GMT -5
"Thank you," she whispered. "I'm not going to tell him about you, either. I'll tell him you disappeared and I don't know where you went. It'll be true, anyway." Her voice shook again and she stared at the floor so he wouldn't see the tear falling from her eye. "Before you leave... Voltaire... Jake needs to die. I'd do it myself, but I can't. Do you think you can do it? If you do, maybe I can arrange for you to leave, free and clear... and you'd never have to see me again..." The last part came out in a sob.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 14:54:33 GMT -5
Voltaire's heart dropped and felt punched and cold "I'll do it, Killing jake would be just what he deserves, Isa...I...don't want to stop seeing you" he said almost regretting he had said it,but then he didn't want to take it back...he felt tears sting his eyes and he took a deep breath.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 14:58:25 GMT -5
She looked up at him, tears filling her eyes. "I don't want to stop seeing you, either," she whispered. "I love you. I just... I can't leave... Why can't you understand that?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 15:08:26 GMT -5
"Why can't you understand why i can't stay? Please Isabella! I know your not this way! Please stay with me! don't go back with him, what does he offer you that i can't?" he said reaching out and holding her hands. he felt on the edge, the only thing holding him on earth was the heavy heart in his chest, he felt the only thing that was keeping him from flying everywhere was his skin, the feeling of wanting to run, but wanting to stay.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 15:22:31 GMT -5
"Voltaire, listen to me... I can't, OK? I can't just cut and run and leave things the way they are. I'm not like you, I can't do things impulsively. I admit, I've been feeling differently about things lately, but I made a promise to stay with him, and I just can't skip out like that..." she trailed off. Every reason she could think of for letting him go without her seemed stupid. Yet she felt like she was being torn in half.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 15:53:52 GMT -5
Voltaire felt insulted, so he had no loyality, no faith? He pressed his lips in a thin line and said a bit forced "Is that all you have to say ms. Rothschild?" and crossed his arms over his chest. this was by far one of the most painful things he had to endure in his life. worst than having that nail in his hand.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 16:03:06 GMT -5
She heard the hardness in his voice and winced. "I don't mean it like that, I just... Voltaire, I... I'm so confused..." She let out a sob. "So... if this is it, does that mean you'll be wanting this back?" Her voice and her hand were both shaking as she held out the emerald pendant he had given her. She didn't want to give it back... she liked having it around her neck and knowing that she was loved and protected. But she no longer felt as if she deserved it.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 16:16:08 GMT -5
"NO don't you dare!" he said taking it from her hand and cliping it around her neck "I gave it to you because i love you and want you safe, but if you don't want that...keep it anyway. I have no intentions of ever handing it out again." he said stairing at it as it rested on her chest.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 17:30:25 GMT -5
"Good," she said tearfully. "I didn't want to give it back. I love it, because you gave it to me..." She covered her eyes with one hand and wept softly. "No matter what, I need to know that you love me," she whispered.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 17:45:45 GMT -5
"I told you...as long as i have half a breath, you'll have me...But i don't understand...why" he stopped himself from going any further. "So this is where we stand? Loving each other and seperated?" he said looking sadly
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 18:04:06 GMT -5
She nodded tearfully. "I don't want to be apart... but I can't leave..." She cried again. "Kiss me one more time... please... so I can remember how it felt to be with you..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 19:29:42 GMT -5
Voltaire embraced her and lifted her face towards his. Nothing made sense, he didn't even understand why he was kissing her. his heart was breaking, but she loved him, but they weren't going to be together? He sighed and put his lips on hers and deepened the kiss. He didn't want it to end like that.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 23, 2006 22:30:56 GMT -5
Isabella kissed him back desperately, silently willing him to change his mind. And yet, she knew, she was the one who should change her mind. He was leaving her, but she was letting him go. For what? For the Dark Lord? A position of power? This was stupid... and yet for some reason she couldn't even quite explain, the idea of leaving the Dark Lord terrified her beyond reason. Her face was wet with tears, and she was no longer sure whether the tears were hers or his. She broke away, and looked up at him for one last second before she turned and ran down the hall, stumbling in her stilletto heels.
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