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Post by kaidan on Jun 1, 2012 12:30:21 GMT
she's soothing like,  WORDS ? OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED BELLE <3 NOTES HURDATE. so, after you get the papers, i'll need the file on the one under prague, he requested, his disarming smile right smack on his face as he looked up to her, nodding curtly before huffing as he placed both hands on his desk, clattered array with files named under various countries, standing as he did so. can you not look at me like that, please?he asked as he took the scarf from her outreached hand and wound it neatly around his neck, returning her raised eyebrows. he knew what she was thinking, and he was simply having none of it. i don't know if i can do that, kei. there's just too much on your plate right-- she cut short as he placed his forefinger on front of his lips, eyes widening as he followed the figures that walked passed her, turning his face as his eyes followed the two figures until they disappeared into the corridor. he then turned to her, adjusting his jacket as he winked.
he knew that she understood, being the woman that had worked alongside him for the past couple of years. but he also knew, that she knew how he operated. beth, he spoke as he walked over to the front of his desk, holding on to her shoulders as he did so, with a tilted head and attempted puppy eyes, you know i can't work with loose ends. now, i just need to know that the file will be on my desk tomorrow, so i won't have to hassle over it a month or two from now. please be the angel that was sent from heaven-- alright alright, i'll have it by tomorrow, she cuts in, eliciting a laugh as he did. he knew she was only trying to help unload everything for what he had planned for tonight, and seeing as how she'd taken it upon herself to take his duty and answer to their head, while he cleared up writing detailed reports and accounts on their recent trips to spain and italy. it couldn't have been better timing, really, and he was eternally grateful for her endless support and tendency to succumb to his requests. which were actually a few, if one thought about it, but she had made herself known to be his wall and confidante, and she was all he needed that moment.
did you.. turn off the stove at the exact time i told you to? her worried tone was noted, but he felt in absolute certainty that he had. well, now that he thought about it.. hey, now. i'd like your faith to be kept in tact. [/b] he sighed, nodding once again. i long to be with my wife, he grinned as he zipped up his jacket, waving off the slight disdain her eyes. oh, he knew that he was supposed to be staying over at her place for the night, as they had an assigned trip to prague, but he didn't want to prolong the wait any longer. and he was glad that she understood. always. after you get the file, do yourself a favour and get some sleep. he leaned down to place a quick peck on her cheek, before walking past her, smoothing his hair as he strode across seciton of cubicle after cubicle, waving and smiling an exit here and there. it was lucky that professor dumbledore had allowed for his coming to the school under special circumstances, being the lenient, gentle man that he was. admittedly, the stretch of the year felt unusually empty, in a way. without a wife or a daughter to go home to, it was nice to know that someone like beth would keep him company and help him out around the house, as he would always seem to collapse whenever he would get home from work. though to credit himself, the house was actually clean most of the time. and as tonight was a more special occassion, he'd had it in his head that after picking her up from the castle, she would be surprised and amazed how uncommonly neat and tidy the house was. and hopefully, by this time, as he looked down his watch, the place would be scented the sweet aroma of salmon risotto and basil pesto pasta salad. stepping out into the cold night in london, he breathed in deeply the crisp air, looking to his sides, before Apparating to hogsmeade, huddlin slightly as he pocketed both hands in his pockets, casual in his stride toward madame rosmerta's. a bright smile quicky crossed his face as he suddenly felt the nostalgia kick in, and thought back to the time when he was still young and acting all crazed due to the high level of sugar he would get drunk in. with a slight huff, he reached over to pat the wooden door as he closed his eyes, then taking a final step forward and Apparating once more. the night winds blew against his face as he stood at the astronomy tower, face turned to the wide space of the night, beaming brightly as he looked up at the night sky. he then turned on his heel, facing the inside of the tower as the sound of footsteps clanged to alert him. he felt his heart race in anticipation, placing the bouquet of red roses against his chest. he had figured that if he was going to be cheesy, then he would be the father of all the cheesiest fathers. [/div] the ocean rushing on the sand [/center] |
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Post by ISABELLE GRACE LANGLEY on Jun 2, 2012 2:57:46 GMT
Phew! only twenty more to go. Isabelle thought to herself as she finished up grading another exam. Coming back to Hogwarts during the lovely month of September was rough, and getting back into the grove of evaluating students was difficult. By the time she was finished with a handful she had a terrible headache from either the atrocious grades, or just the mere monotony of sitting and looking at the same exact thing over and over again. Many students did not realize that professors had equally as much work, and that every single assignment given out had to be looked at and graded. One year she had tried not giving any written homework, but that proved to be a bad move because her students didn't do as well as they had previous years. There was absolutely no way out of giving graded assignments just as there was no way out of actually grading graded assignments. After all non-graded graded assignments would be a bit of an oxymoron.
A sigh escaped her lips as she felt her concentration leave her. Sitting for hours straight was not exactly Belle's most favorite thing to do, and after a while the silliest things seemed to distract her. Worse case scenario involved her becoming grumpy and grading harshly because of this. Isa tried to stray away from doing such things, but even professors had their off days. As a promise to herself she finished off one more before she decided to take a break. A long break. Kei had decided to spend some time with her, and while it was most appreciated, Isabelle still felt a bit awkward around him. One of these days the truth would come out, and it would end up hurting just about everyone in the family. Her desperation for that not to happen was what resulted in her dishonesty. As a little girl she wanted nothing more than to create the perfect family, and the smear of an affair did not really give that message.
Looking back on it now, Isabelle didn't even know why she had done it. She loved Kaidan more than anyone in the world, and it was very clear that he loved her very much. Everything had been a mistake; a huge mistake she so wanted to take back, but she couldn't. No! I will put this out of my head for tonight! she thought to herself. He had planned a special night for them, and she was not about to go and ruin it like she had so many other times. His grand romantic gestures were sweet, and one of her most favorite traits that he possessed. Before she started to head up to the astronomy tower she put on a fresh layer of makeup, and made sure she was wearing something at least halfway decent. She settled on the classic little black dress and a pair of her favorite heels. There was no need for her to go all out; at this point in their relationship the love wasn't about physical appearances.
When she finally decided she was decent she walked to the astronomy tower, and when she opened the door she couldn't help by smile at the roses. The location, the flowers, him...it all made her feel nostalgic, back to the time when they were young and still innocently courting, and of course the night they had spent together under the stars. She walked over to him and kissed him softly, still maintaining the smile she had when she first arrived. "You are quite the hopeless romantic you know." She said with a slight bite of sarcasm behind it. "But your my hopeless romantic." She said, placed her head on his shoulder. Everything felt so good, like the way things used to be. Belle just wanted to stay in this moment and never think about the past.
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Post by kaidan on Jun 7, 2012 23:43:27 GMT
she's soothing like, WORDS ? OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED BELLE <3 NOTES whelp. breathtaking, as always. careful, he started as he wound his arms around her with ease, placing a long kiss on the top of her head, closing his eyes as he inhaled deeply. it was a sudden collision of their worlds, and everything just seemed to fall in place. it was one of the many reasons why he just couldn't fail to fall in love with her one more time. the wife gets jealous of angelic foxes in seductive clothing, he elicited with a rumbling, small laugh, stroking her hair and holding on her as tightly and gently as he could, imprinting the moment deep within his memory. the last couple of months of deep anxiety, incessant ruckus of pestering fights and bickerings all seemed to be wiped off clean by the rarity of the precise minutes that ticked by as they stood together, enveloped in the other's bliss of full content and subtle euphoria. it was this easy, so easy, to lose himself from the rest of the world. this was how easy she erased the growing stress and troublesome flurries of life that would weigh down on his shoulders. he sighed in a moment of sorrowful guilt, wondering how in the world could he even think of creating blazes of fire out of miniscule irrelevancies that weren't of importance to begin with. how could he even think to succumb to such ideas that had long disgusted his principles for so long? he smoothed a hand over her side and grasped her smooth hand, placing it on his chest before he Apparated them both to hogsmeade. he released her as they started forward, unzipping his jacket quickly and wrapping it around her shoulders. he smiled as he took her hand in his, intertwining their fingers as he led them against the crisp wind, starting small conversations this way and that. he grazed his thumb just over the lower back of her thumb, just quite mesmerized at how profound this "date" had already hit him. for when was the last time he'd ever felt like this? the drawling of the months without his girls were truthfully corroding him to the core, and even if he'd said it a hundred and one times, he knew it just wouldn't feel right anymore. the sudden jolt that went through his system earlier was a proven point that she was the only one who could revive him back from the dead and among the living, the one would control his heartstrings and prod at his insides as much as she reveled to. she was the only one who could ever make sense when reasoning, the one who could set him straight and note out points that he had somehow missed, the only one who could unravel him enough to be feeling so futile and out of practice when they would be throwing disengaging words back and forth to each other. so just this, holding hands and breathing the same air as he, would suffice without question. at least, as a married man, he can admit fully that he would surrender without a thought, run a million miles just to know that she's breathing, and think about her naked all the time. even if the last part did sound about promiscuous, it was one of the perks of being eternally bonded with the one who made him cut out his heart, put it in a chest, and gave it to her for timeless keeping-- you can just about admit to whatever the hell it is that you're thinking sexually, and the other wouldn't give a damn. oh, joan. she's divorced, again. the boys tried to cheer her up by going to a muggle pub, and the next day none of them showed up, eliciting yet another laugh, he paused them on their tracks and Apparated once again, then continuing their stride down the same street he walked through for every night. didn't want to ask, from the behemoth expression on her face. oh, and miss brime came by yesterday, he added, turning them from the corner of the little park on the front of their house, footsteps tapping on the cold cement with no hastening whatsoever. she asked for the precise date of will, not was, mind, maria start her menstrual cycle. i tell you, before the end of the week, she'll be starting to ask when will i be starting mine as well, it was a point that he could have carelessly tossed out in the trash, but to describe the elating feeling growing inside his chest would have to explain why he spoke out such a bad joke-- and in any case, he wanted to make it feel as though they were just having one of those alone moments, like they would do whenever they got a baby-sitter to watch maria when the both of them would go out. oh, hang on a second, he unclasped his hands from their bond, and strode quickly to the front door, turning his heel around and clearing his throat, the ever-grin etched on his face could not even express his anticipation. everything was going as perfectly as he had imagined them, and best of all, his acute sense of smell didn't even detect anything close to smoke. isabelle, i love you. so whatever you may inside, if it's not anything burning, then that's my doing. if it's burning, i swear, i had absolute nothing to do with it, he nodded in playful questioning, then grasped on the doorknb and turned it, welcoming her to dim lights, rose-scented candles, floating champagne and glasses, and what seemed to be the successful part of that recipe from one of her cook books that he had hassled through to find. without warning, he reached for her hand and pulled her round and round to him, door automatically closing as he swivelled her, then, instead of taking the usual hand and waist, embraced her fully and tightly, feet still moving to smooth jazz that played on the record player. babe, i'm so sorry that acted like such git and a pixie on rampage, he swallowed hard, closing his eyes as he took in the moment-- in effect, he was also partially prolonging the time from they would actually sit down and taste his cooking. hence, the bad pun. i missed you so much.. i miss you every second of every day, i miss our daughter.. it was also a perk that he could just about disintegrate to his woman without feeling the need to hold back the welling emotions. however, as he withdrew slightly and leaned down slowly to claim her lips, he made it an absolute notion to never cry in front of her. and as his lips met hers, he did just that. note: sorry, kei didn't cry. didn't know how to end, so i kinda messed that up. xD the ocean rushing on the sand |
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Post by ISABELLE GRACE LANGLEY on Jun 10, 2012 4:47:02 GMT
A giggle escaped her lips at his comment. "I hear Mrs. Langley is a very jealous woman," Belle said to him with a coy smile. They had been apart for too long--physically and emotionally. Words couldn't even describe who much she missed being with him, and that didn't even account for the guilt she felt for absolutely everything. During times like these she wished she could simply forget about her job and stay at home with him and Jenny. Perhaps if she hadn't gotten the job at Hogwarts none of this mess would have happened; they'd be a happy family like they were at the very beginning. It killed her thinking she had corrupted their marriage with a few selfish nights; moments that could have been spent with him. Standing there with him made that all so much more clear than it was last year.
As he reached for her hand she looked deeply into his eyes and gently placed her other hand on his face. Why had they turned such a small disagreement into something so huge? At times she couldn't even recall what the exact squabble was over, and that chilled her to the bone. When they apparated to Hogsmeade a smile played on her lips as she took in the familiar sights. Sure she had been there a mere month ago, but it felt like centuries. When his hand grasped hers she couldn't help but feel the nostalgia of the moment. Every moment they spend together was a reminder as to why she had fallen for him, and she almost felt like she was falling in love with him all over again (cliche as it sounded)
That smile she had at the beginning of their time together didn't leave her face even through his ramblings about Joan's divorce, Maria's menstrual cycle, or the entirely rubbish joke he had tried to make. In fact, she even laughed at his joke. "A girl certainly misses a lot when she's holed up at Hogwarts all day long." That was very much the truth. When she was in Hogwarts she never dreamed of ever returning to the school, let alone actually teaching. More than missing the gossip of the town, she missed her home, her bed, and most of all her family. She figured Kaidan had made arrangements to have Genevieve elsewhere for the evening, but a part of her wanted to see her. As a woman with a strong maternal instinct, being away from her little girl for so long was very difficult. "How's Jenny?" She asked instinctively even though it had nothing to do with what they were talking about.
A bit of anxiety swelled inside of her as he went to reveal what the inside of their house looked like. The last thing she wanted to come home to was a messy, burned house. However, she did highly doubt Kaidan had neglected the housework that much. Not being burned completely down was a very good start. "As long as the walls are still intact, the food is non-toxic, and the house is clean I'm sure everything will be lovely." She figured her caveats weren't too steep, and she did say them with a bit of light humor even though she was very serious. As the door opened she was only allowed a split second to admire his work before he pulled her to him. From what she saw, she was thoroughly impressed. Kaidan had turned their home into something very romantic. At the same time she felt a bit overwhelmed by the whole thing, but she figured that would pass as the time went on; she was simply used to spending her nights alone.
As he wrapped his arms around her, a chill went up her spine. His touch had such an effect on her; it was a feeling she had missed during her nights alone. Belle gently placed her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. Could she live in this moment forever? This moment that was so full of love and romance. "Don't apologize," she said softly. He wasn't the one who needed to apologize, his transgressions didn't even come close to meeting hers. Even though she wanted to burst out with a heartfelt speech as to what she had done and why she had been wrong, Isabelle did not want to ruin this moment. Nothing could ruin it, not even her panging guilty. "I miss you too, more than words can even fathom," She lifted her head and placed her hands around his neck. "Sometimes I just get so lonely during the nights...there's nothing I want more than to be here with you."
The moment his lips met hers she couldn't stop that single teardrop from falling. Belle had promised herself that she wouldn't cry, she just wouldn't, and yet she did. To keep herself from losing it altogether she brought herself as close as she could to him and deepened the kiss. He was the only thing in this world that could keep her together. She had loved before him, even after him, but she had never loved anyone quite as profoundly. In her heart she knew their love would never die, yet she was afraid because she knew that if he ever stopped loving her she'd never be able to be fully whole.
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Post by kaidan on Jun 22, 2012 14:59:46 GMT
she's soothing like, WORDS ? OUTFIT CLICK TAGGED BELLE <3 NOTES BLEH in their entangled embrace, the sense in all things ceased. the stars collided, and the world ended. time became no longer, light faded into nothingness. dark consumed their surroundings, plunging him to a place of non-existence, barring him from the burden of the world, and elevating him to a place he once left his footprints on, but had never gone back since. captivated in the arms of the his whole world, and locked in a fierce connection that sufficed to express what words could not. he played lazy, slow and deep, tightening his wound arms around her waist, a creeping smile pulling the side of his lips in the kiss. now he knew for sure, that it was truth when it was being said that one can fall again and again and again, and be so consumed by the swelling of the heart that the moment need not any sort of trick or magic-- the moment just needed to be in the moment. frozen, captured; unblemished by the woeful whispers of the world. her aroma filled his nose and shadowed all other scents as it intoxicated him fully, an unnatural occurence which had, and always will, curse him 'till his dying breath. her emotions seeped through her skin and into his, sinking in deeper and deeper, but he had yet to understand why the sudden tear-fall. was it perhaps, the fact that he was too overwhelming and seeming to push away and make unknown the past months that he'd been a complete ass, questioning their lifestyle, her ethics, her vision for their future, her love for their two children, her class, her choice of friends, their marriage? for whatever reason that he would be perturbing her heart to elicit something from the it of which could not even be expressed through speech, he just hoped that he could wipe clean his short-comings and all the words that had come from somewhere else than his heart. there was no possible way to fathom the condition on which their ground were now in, but all he was sure on that moment, was that he could not fathom a life without the being enveloped in the warmth of isabelle's embrace, the fire of her kiss or the touch of her skin. how he could fool himself to think that he had been living in normality, while all along, he had left his husband-suit at home and driven himself nuts on workload, attending to duties that sometimes, no longer inspired him of the real things in life. of course he needed to do what he did to protect those he loved, but in all honesty, sometimes he felt as though he acted just by obligation, to do it just for the sake of doing it. during those times, he would come to always feel thankful that he had some one to live for. geneev.. she's.., he hushed in their kiss, head now snaking down, lips planting butterfly kiss along her chin, on her jawline, down to her neck. his hands were now trying to find the zipper to her temptress of a dress. it took much willpower not to loose the thing string by which he still held on to to follow conversation. with beth-- his eyes clenched closed as he buried his face deep into her cape of her neck, unwilling to move, despite the alarming noises the phone machine thing sounded. a nervous chuckle escaped his parted lips, before he sighed in surrender, and withdrew, smiling apologetically. old lady brime nagged until i could have this.. uhh, installed? i now fear for what you may think of me, he spoke as a nervous laugh sounded from his voice box. he took hold of shoulders and smiled, rendering the sound to nothingness non-verbally, before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. for the life of me, i do not know how i came to comply to her badgerrings. i know how much you like to make a habit of that to me, he continued as he took her hand and led her to hearth, to which a coffee table, with seemingly freshly-cooked pasta dishes awaiting their presence, stood before. in the comfort of their own home, he thought it better to have their food in front of the fire, sitting on pillows on the floor, leaning on the couch seats behind and merely sprawling their legs to whichever direction and on whatever angle they chose. as he seemed to recall, the only time he'd been formal in front of her was on their wedding day, and even before that, even meeting her parents to ask for their blessing did not call for an urgent importance for him to at least wear a jacket and dress shoes, instead of a plain, blue t-shirt with jeans, which had made him look like a muggle who tended to the cows of a farm-- the one they labeled "cowboy". i only pray that you will still love me after you taste this, he muttered off, seating them both down on the sheet-covered floors, almost reluctant to reach for the both plates. were they supposed to be steaming as beth had foretold they would? perhaps the timing was not right at all, or the steaming was a sign for a malfunction on the taste or cooking style or something. his head suddenly shot to the back, expecting the figure of her waltzing in like she always would, saving the day like she always had. for some reason, her voice had rung words in his mind, as if she'd actually spoken them in their presence. he turned his head back and smiled sheepishly-- the last thing he wanted now was a confrontation for having another woman in his mind, which was certainly not the case here. he had just gotten used to having beth staying in the house for nights, that it seemed so normal to have her in his life literally wherever he was. he breathed deeply, mesmerized. a moment of silence reigned in as his ability to speak or think shut down, leaving his ability to see amplified, carefully imprinting every curve, every detail, her lips, her hair, the glint of her eyes, her collarbone, her jawline-- all embedding, deep within his brain, to be never forgotten. his hand made an involuntary action of raising itself up to her face, and nestling her cheek, grazing his thumb along her cheekbone. i vow to only breathe in the warmth of your embrace, to only give you my heart forevermore, and to always apologize for all my short-comings, he leaned forward, and captured her lips with his once again, slow as he savoured the taste of her lips, even the ones you know not of. he smiled, turning his eyes away for a moment as he took the champagne glasses, slipping one between the space of her fingertips, he raised his slightly, his smile never leaving. to you. note: .. 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Post by ISABELLE GRACE LANGLEY on Jun 23, 2012 8:08:07 GMT
Every moment she spent with Kaidan was a moment that simply caused her heart to soar. His love was more than she could ask for, and sometimes she felt he loved her almost too much--or she failed to love him enough. The latter was a frightening thought for some reason. Isa never believed in love at first sight nor did she believe in fairytale love, but her and Kei's love story seemed to be something clipped right out of Cinderella or something like that. She refused with all the power in the world to believe that's the reason they were falling apart. They fallen in love very young, and Isabelle could easily say Kaidan had been her very first 'great love,' but that did not mean at all that their marriage had been premature. The happiness she felt when she was around him was overwhelming and so wonderful; it was when she was alone that she realized how horrible of a spouse she was. Kaidan went to desperate measures to make her happy, and all she did was take advantage of that.
Being indecisive and unsure weren't character traits Isabelle was used to. Normally she made decisions quickly and stuck to her guns, but lately she questioned everything. Making up her mind on what to wear, teach, and say became more and more difficult for her. Isabelle was especially indecisive about whether or not to tell Kaidan about her affair. There were so many pros and cons to each argument, and even though she knew what the right choice was she could bring herself to do it. Everything would change; she didn't want their love to change. The only thing she seemed to be sure of was her desire to be loved by Kaidan and to love him back. After he found out about her she didn't even know if he'd still love her.
Feeling his touch only clarified how intensely she needed him in her life the way they were. It was impossible to keep herself from moaning as he kissed her along the neck, and as he reached for the zipper of her dress she instinctively started on his shirt buttons. Excitement swelled inside of her only to be cut by the ringing of the telephone. Premature she thought to herself. After all they hadn't even had a bite to eat yet, but that did not stop her from feeling slightly disappointed. "Remind me to curse that woman to oblivion the next time I see her," Isabelle said sarcastically. The addition of a telephone to their home was actually not such a bad idea, but of course it had to ring at a time that was far from convenient. "Ah Kei, it's alright she convinced me to join book club last year with her and her friends. Never underestimate the power of old women and their knitting."
His charm could be seen through everything. Kaidan had always been a stickler for simple evenings alone. Isabelle had grown up in a stiff environment, without a mother, and was always prompted to dress up by her grandparents. That part of her was still there, but she took more to Kaidan's gentle tastes and private romantic evenings alone. They were qualities that allowed her to trust him so much. Had she married the stiff man her grandparents had wanted her to wed she'd be so unhappy. Kaidan had something about him that allowed her to open up about her past life. Not many knew about the pain she felt having grown up without a maternal figure, and there was only one person who knew it in such detail.
Following his lead, Isabelle sat down beside him, ready to eat whatever he put in front of her. She was pretty sure it would be perfectly fine, but his concern was amusing. "I might not if you poison me or something," she said teasingly. Even if it was the worst tasting food in the world she would pretend it was great just to make him smile. Not every woman had a husband who was willing to cook them a meal.
The silence that filled the air next was, surprisingly, not awkward. It was welcomed actually. She could sense the passion he felt just by looking into his eyes, and she couldn't help but wonder if he could sense hers as well. As his hand touched her face she gently closed her eyes and nestled close to him, tracing patterns on his chest. This was how it was supposed to be. This was how she wanted it to be. When the silence was at once broken, she lifted her head looked at him in the eyes. His words hit something within her. She couldn't identify what that was, but it felt like something had broken open. As he kissed her it was like she was in the room but not at the same time. Her mind failed to grasp at the emotion she was currently feeling. The moment the epiphany came was one moment too late for the champagne glass he had given her crashed to the floor.
"I'm so sorry," she said, her words having a double meaning. At that she buried her face into his chest and sobbed uncontrollably. Isa held onto him as tightly as if he'd disappear if she let go. Positive he would if she didn't hold on for dear life.
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