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Post by Conor Ethan on Mar 26, 2007 1:26:26 GMT -5
Conor probably wouldn't of cared if the ceiling caved in. He was happy and warm and being fed.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 26, 2007 22:16:22 GMT -5
Isabella smiled down at her son. "He's so beautiful," she said. "I never knew I could ever feel this way... to have someone so dependent on me... so fragile and innocent..." The feelings that were overflowing inside of her were almost impossible to describe. "I know if anyone ever tries to hurt him, they will see a fury unlike any they could ever imagine," she said in serious, determined tone.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 26, 2007 22:57:19 GMT -5
"He's a lucky boy, aww look at him!" Said Voltaire leaning into watching his son. "I can't presume to understand Natalie, I can only guess, All i know is that she only sees it one way, but life doesn't work in just one way." he said pouting.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 27, 2007 21:01:10 GMT -5
"Well, she's going to have a rough time of it, having lost her sister. Hopefully having her father back well help her a little. But I've read a little about Empaths. Many of them go insane. She needs someone to guide her and to help her learn to deal with the visions and the emotions. If I get some time over the summer, maybe I'll see if I can find someone who knows more about her powers." Isabella held Conor up as he finished nursing. Quickly she covered herself up and conjured a cloth for her shoulder before she began burping him. "I like nursing him," she said. "It's much easier than I thought it would be."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 30, 2007 21:01:01 GMT -5
"Maybe we can find someone...We could always try some of the other magical schools." he said thoughtfully. "As for nursing Conor...It's ugh different seeing it, It's like nothing I've seen before." he said getting nearer to her and his son.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 30, 2007 23:57:46 GMT -5
"Different in a good way, or a bad way?" Isabella asked, smiling at him. "And you know, you're getting a bit too close. I mean, I love you... but this is his time now."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 31, 2007 0:22:20 GMT -5
Voltaire pouted and said "Different in a good way, and I only want to kiss you, weren't you just saying yesterday that it had been ages since i kissed you?" he puckered up exaggeratedly and made a smoochy noise.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 31, 2007 0:27:45 GMT -5
"Yes, and I want to kiss you, too, but I will kiss you later, once our son has been fed. I think he's almost done, anyway. But that hungry look you're giving me is making me feel a bit like a piece of meat," Isabella said primly. She adjusted Conor again, noticing that he seemed to be having a little bit of trouble holding on.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 31, 2007 0:37:29 GMT -5
"You aren't a piece of meat, you're a gorgous woman with a voice that could probably commit sins." he said with a grin. "besides, he's just a cute little dickens." he looked down at his son again and felt all warm and fuzzy.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 31, 2007 0:45:55 GMT -5
Isabella sighed, but there was a slight smile on her face. "Well, I don't feel gorgeous right now... I feel dirty and bloated and sore. I wish you'd at least let me out of bed to take a shower or something." Conor had stopped sucking, so she decided it was time to stop. She quickly covered up, then put Conor so that he was against her shoulder and began gently rubbing his back to burp him. As she did, she looked over at Voltaire with a smile. "But I do love you for saying that. And for being you. How are you doing today, after what happened? You're not suffering any after effects of that curse, are you?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 31, 2007 0:56:38 GMT -5
"No, I seem to be alright...the memory's fuzzy...like it is normally, but I've been keeping up my note book. " he sighed and said "I'm not in any extra pain, just sore." he felt a little despaired, "I'm worried about Rori, Natalie...Anna everyone is just in a jumble right now." he said feeling guilty for being so happy with his son and wife.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 31, 2007 1:03:26 GMT -5
"I'm worried about a lot of things, too," Isabella said. "But all we can really do is keep an eye on the girls and let them know they can come to us if they need to talk. Natalie... well, she has her father now, and she has Alastor. It's going to be tough for her without her sister... and if she wants our help, I'm sure she'll tell us. But there's not much else we can do. And we can't make ourselves crazy worrying all the time.... we also need to be glad for what we've got. And what we've got is each other... and the world's most beautiful little boy. Yes, he is, oh yes!" she said, adding the last part in baby talk as she looked at Conor.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 31, 2007 1:24:16 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled but didn't really feel his smile reach his eyes. "Yes he is. I guess I got attachted to Natalie, but that's my fault really...and I can't help but feel that her father doesn't deserve her...I could never just leave Rori or Anna or Conor thinking I was dead...Even if I thought it would protect him...Maybe I'm selfish?" he asked her sitting down on her side of the bed.
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Post by Wesley St. Clare on Mar 31, 2007 1:35:18 GMT -5
Wesley was at the door, about to knock, when he heard Voltaire talking about him. He stepped inside. "I daresay you've never known true desparation, then," he said quietly. "Voltaire, I know you don't think much of me, and I don't even blame you. But the only way I could have survived to be here for my daughters--daughter--" he amended quickly, "was to do what I did. You said yourself, I don't have what it takes. I'm not a fighter, I never have been. I do research and have always had my head inside of books. I came here to ask you--both of you--to help me change that. I need to be able to protect Natalie. She's already lost too much, I can't let her lose anyone else she loves. Yes, it's true... I probably should have stayed behind and maybe Sabrina would still be alive. But I needed to be there to keep that spell on Natalie to keep her safe while you were fighting Morley. And if I hadn't faked my death before, then Natalie would be completely alone now." He turned away from Voltaire and nodded to Isabella with a slight smile. "Forgive me, Mrs. Rothschild. I'm Wesley St. Clare, Natalie's father. It is a pleasure to meet you."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 31, 2007 1:39:39 GMT -5
Isabella smiled at Wesley as she lowered Conor from her shoulder and cradled him in her arms. "It's nice to meet you, too, Wesley," Isabella said. "You can call me Isabella. You'll have to forgive my husband. He can be a bit judgmental at times. I'm sure you did what you felt you had to do. Whether it worked out the way you hoped... well, sometimes life doesn't work out the way it's supposed to. I am sorry about Sabrina, though. She was a lovely girl. I wish I'd been able to do something to help."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 31, 2007 1:42:26 GMT -5
Voltaire frowned "If you want to know desperation Wesley...You should of had your pregant wife attend a deatheater meeting." he paused and then said "Look I don't know if you can do it...But i'll help you. It's better when you start out young...No fear of death you see." he said seriously. Dueling, like any other form of dangerous sport was easier when you thought you couldn't be hurt or killed. once you grow with it , it still doesn't effect you the same way starting out older worked out to be.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Mar 31, 2007 17:48:54 GMT -5
"As I recall, dearest, it was your pregnant wife who saved you in that meeting," Isabella reminded lightly. "The truth is, Wesley, anyone can be capable of doing just about anything when necessary. You just have to believe you can and you have to want it badly enough. I can tell you're a smart man, and despite my husband's negative attitude, I think you'll do just fine."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 31, 2007 18:03:46 GMT -5
"Yes, you did save me. I didn't say anything about not saving me or diminishing your streghth as a woman or person, love." he said "And regardless of your brilliance, it takes an amount of will that I doubt you have." he stood up and brushed off his jacket.
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Post by Wesley St. Clare on Mar 31, 2007 18:14:18 GMT -5
Wesley smiled tightly. He liked Isabella, but he could tell he would never be good friends with Voltaire. No matter. He was determined to do whatever it took to protect Natalie. He had already failed Sabrina, now he would not fail Natalie. "With all due respect," Wesley said crisply, "I don't think you can know what my will is like. I hid for months, it's true, but seeing my little girl murdered in front of my eyes was a wakeup call for me. I can't let something like that happen again. I need to be ready to fight when the time comes. And this time, I'm willing to die, as long as it means Natalie may live."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Mar 31, 2007 18:24:51 GMT -5
"I guess that's a start. But just one correction, You will be willing to do anything as long as natalie lives, and so do you. What would it matter if everyone is willing to die for her and no one is willing to live for her?" he asked looking at Wesley in the eye. He wasn't entirely a jerk, but he needed serious re education.
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