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| Emma_D'Abugine | Sep 20 2009, 12:36 AM Post #201 |
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Water filled with warm water and Murtlap Essence, cloth and clothes in hand, Emma followed Kevin into the bathroom to the sound of running water. She set the bowl and cloth on the bathroom work top and set the clothes aside. Kevin was sat on the edge of the tub and Emma let herself be drawn next to him, perching beside him in silence. Her gaze was lowered to the crumpled, ripped and bloodied pile of his shirt on the floor. She drew closer drew into his kiss, her hand lifting to rest of Kevin's as he cupped her cheek, her fingers lacing with his as he withdrew. It scared her to see him in this state, never having done so in the past. By comparisson, she herself looked relatively normal. Pale, a cut across her palm and a stain of blood on her shirt over her heart where it had been dripped. Kevin however... Emma bit her lip, watching as her husband took in his own appearance, offering a weak, small smile to hear that he was fine. He didn't look fine. Still, she allowed her hand to be guided back to it's original planned task. Dipping the cloth in the water and Murtlap Essence, she turned her attention to the open cuts and lightly dabbed at them, from the hand her fingers had been laced with, slowly up over his shoulder. Her actions gentle... tender. Nothing they couldn't fix...."I hope so... The words were murmered, unsure and several meaning behind them, Emma wasn't just talking afew cuts and bruises anymore. "Seems we're always trying to fix things." And really they were.vOne thing after another. It was waring. Really it was, not knowing what would be coming next but always expecting that something was likely just around the corner. She kept her gaze on her work, careful not to press to hard when cleaning the wounds. How was she? "Shaken up," she admitted a little sheepishly. "Wandering why I'm always such an easy target for getting kidnapped." That had been the second time in six months. "Worried what exactly it was in those potion vials Alison gave me. She said it was to settle morning sickness and dizziness." And Emma had been so willing to try it. Stupid! "Instead it only made it worse...Then watching you, in pain like that..." She trailed off, trying not to re-envision the scene that had occured in the Ancient Circle. Resoaking the cloth Emma moved to tackled the cuts across his chest, gaze never leaving her work, voice still low. "That was much too close to death for me...that scared me and...what happened to you." She could still picture the knife poised over her heart. "You could have been killed coming forward to save me like that." Edited by Emma_D'Abugine, Sep 21 2009, 02:34 AM.
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Sep 21 2009, 02:15 AM Post #202 |
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Kevin let his eyes closed and let out a simply 'mm' as she dabbed and soothed the sore and torn skin. It was true. They were always trying to fix things. One thing after another, one kidnapping after a murder attempt after carnival fliers after cruise tickets after a virus from hell after guns and... It snowballed and it got worse and then they had moments like these, where they dwelled on the misery of their lives and cleaned it up. Kevin refused to do that this time. Break the pattern the easiest way; talk about something else. They still had Katie. The baby was okay. They still had each other. As far as he was aware, all of the Switched! victims had been returned to their original state. He'd been lighter since the end of the maze... Maybe he was just trying to distract himself because of what he'd felt from Tiger- the last look she'd given him. She was furious with him, and why? Because she knew he'd realized how mad she was at something else. How similarly out of control she was. How upset she'd been...he'd felt it, and she'd hated that he had, so she'd tried to kill him, or dared him to kill her and...and now he was still just thinking about it. And he didn't want to do that anymore. He wanted to sit and let her take care of him, taking care of her in return. Small gestures and soft words. Candles and bubbles. With a slight intake of breath as she dabbed a particularly nasty wound, he put his own hand over hers again and sighed, eyes opening. Pausing to move his hand over to the top of her shirt, he tugged gently at the top. "...Do you want to just get in?" He asked it just as softly, not suggestively. He simply wanted to be with her, relaxing, for once. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Sep 21 2009, 03:08 AM Post #203 |
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Emma continued her work with careful attention, gaze flickering over each cut, each scrape and forming bruise over her husbands body. Dabbing away the blood with the cloth, apologising softly when Kevin drew in a breath over one particularly raw cut. "Sorry..." She was trying to be as gentle as posible. Maybe it was best they didn't dwell on the list of incidents plaguing their past. All the kidnappings and murder attempts, attempts to pull them apart... Maybe it was best to push them to the backs of their minds, at least for one night and spend an evening in contentment. What was in the past, was in the past. Done. Finished. End of. Those things might have shaped them but they had the future and teh present to keep them occupied. They daughter sleeping in the nursery next door, tending to each other, healing Kevin's cuts and bruises, the cut on her hand.. And then there was their baby to look forward to. Nine months to prepare... What need did they have to dwell..? Movements stayed as Kevin's hand rested over hers, Emma shivered slightly as his hand ran over her top, tugged gently. She let out a breath and nodded at his question. After the evening they'd had, a warm bath sounded inviting; more than inviting. It sounded absolute bliss. More so the knowledge that she'd be soaking and relaxing with her husband, a rare opportunity for them. One to be taken when made available to them. Emma sensed no suggestion in his tone, not that she expected any after what had happened that night. She didn't mind. Just the chance to relax with him, uninterupted was perfect enough for her. "That would be wonderful," she breathed nodding and falling silent a moment, herhands moving to guide and aid him in tugging off her shirt, letting it fall with Kevin's own bloodied shirt. They were soon joined by the rest of her clothes before Emma stepped into the hot bath, with a contented sigh, sinking a moment below the surface before re-surfacing. She turned her gaze back up to her husband where he stood, sliding forward to make space for him. The bowl of Murtlap Essence and the cloth were still within easy reach but a warm soak would probably soooth his wound better. "Are you joining me? I think this is just what we both need." |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Sep 22 2009, 06:09 AM Post #204 |
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Sliding the rest of his own clothes to the floor, Kevin didn't bother answering her verbally. Instead he just gave a soft smile and stepped in beside her, sliding down beside her in one fluid motion. He gently, softly took one arm and wrapped it around her. "I absolutely agree." Kevin said softly. His hand idly reached up to stroke her hair, sinking them both in the bubbles and leaning his lips against her ear as he fit himself comfortably around her. He didn't have anything in particular he wanted to say. He held her securely, but idly..stroking her hair and ignoring the slightly stinging sensation of the hot water against the cuts. That was part of why this was better...and the Murtlap had helped already. There were so many things they could talk about, without giving yet another place in their life to the millionth horrific episode. He paused, and said with a small smile, "What are we gonna call the baby?" He asked, grinning. His hand moved to gingerly touch her stomach. He fingered the tip of her belly button gently while doing so and nuzzled her neck for a moment. "Or should I ask first, boy or girl this time?" Considering they'd had a little wager going with that last time. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Sep 22 2009, 02:41 PM Post #205 |
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Emma sat in the soothing warmth of the tub, watching her husband's actions and returning the smile he gave her. She shifted to make room for him as he stepped into the tub beside her, sinking down, and sank back against him, resting her hand over his as his arm wrapped around her. And it was wonderful, warm, soothing, comfortable, sinking down into bubbles and sighing as Kevin's hand lifted to her hair. Eyes drifting closed in contentment, with a small murmur from her lips as his own met her ear. "Hmm... this is nice." They fit like two jigsaw pieces. Over two years together, still they fit. No words really needed to be said. Moments like this were so rare and few with their schedules and the variety of distractions their lives held, so moments like this were just blissful and to be cherrished. Emma was happy to remain silent, curled against him, eyes closed, Kev's hand hand at her hair, her own idly trailing along the arm wrapped around her. She felt the vibration of his chest as Kevin broke the silence, by no beens begrudging him for doing so as the topic of conversation brought an instant smile to her face. She remembered the bet they'd had about whether Katie would be a boy or a girl. How she'd lost but hadn't minded in the slightest. Besides, Emma was happier to speak of their future than their past. "Good question," she mumured, eyes opening to watch Kevin's hand move over the small bump of her stomach, trailing over her belly button. "Hmm... well.." It was difficult to form a response with Kevin distracting her as he was, her neck arching too better allow him to her neck. Lips curled up at the corners. She wasn't complaining though. " Considering I thought it was a boy last time and we had a little girl, maybe I should assume we're having a girl and then we can have a boy and have one of each." One of each would be lovely. A little boy and a little girl. She turned to face him a moment, kissing him softly. "I always like the name Tobias... Toby for short..." Edited by Emma_D'Abugine, Sep 22 2009, 02:42 PM.
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Sep 26 2009, 05:30 AM Post #206 |
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Kevin laughed, a soft, deep rumbling sound. The water moved in little ripples, growing and ebbing with the flow. Half submerged as they were, he leaned back, pushing a few stray bubbles and burying his head deeper against her neck. He kissed her for a moment and grinned. "Nice? Heaven...It's more like, heaven..." Kevin wasn't a religious person. Or rather, he'd never been raised as such. Religion and magic just usually didn't mix. Something about having been persecuted for ages and burned at the stake (or you know, they'd tried). They just never had mixed. But heaven was a concept that seemed to endure, as almost by grace. Through vernacular, through stolen moments such as these, and an unattainable perfection...paradise on earth. If he had to define paradise, it would be along these lines. Soaking in the tub, one arm securely and softly around his wife, the other pressing bubbles. Discussing their coming baby and names, and relaxing. No stress. No worries. No problems. Moving the hand on her stomach back and forth with the water, he smiled again and said, "Toby. I like that. Tobias D'Abugine..." Well, it certainly fit. "And I thought it was a girl last time... now I'm almost positive it's a boy. One of each...everything complete. Seems like heaven to me.." Paradise, miracle...whatever you wanted to call it? Same thing. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Sep 26 2009, 05:19 PM Post #207 |
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Emma could feel every vibration of Kevin's chest as he laughed, enjoying the sound that was often so rarely heard in their home these days. Hmmm not this was comfortable and relaxing, just watch they needed after an evening in the Ancient crcle, avoiding death, cuts by a knife and Crucio'd. She couldn't help but giggle as he nuzzled into her neck, the soft skin sensitive to the touch. "Yes.... heaven. Heavenly bliss." She wasn't about to argue. At that moment, there was no where she'd rather be. Heaven was certainly spending some alone time with her family, alone time with her husband, just being, without having to worry about threats, or attacks, kidnaps... evidently hell. This was about as far from hell as one could get and Emma had no intention of moving any time soon. She settled back to watch the movement of his hand, content to discuss their future, and the future of their family. Their new baby on the way to be precise. Emma still couldnt get over the fact that their little family was growing again. Despite all the hardships they'd been through, they still found these moments for happiness. "Tobias D'Abugine. Perfect..." she breathed, tilted her head round to face her husband, giving him a warm smile. "You really like it?" She'd always liked the name Tobias, Toby too. Emma laughed lightly. "We'll that was easier than I thought. I had visions of having to route around baby books. But seeing as we're both so set on this little bump being a boy..." She rested her own hand over her ever so slightly rounded belly. "Hello there, Toby." She was only three months along but had she been a little further, she was sure Toby would have kicked his approaval at their choice of name. "One of each..Perfect... " Emma snuggled closer. "I guess if one the small off chance we had another little girl, we'd need an alternative to Toby... but we have six more months to come up with one." There was one small problem though. "You know, we're going to be a bit tight on space when Toby's born. I mean I don't think Katie'll appreciate sharing with a screaming baby and we could only keep him in ours for so long..." |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Sep 29 2009, 01:00 AM Post #208 |
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Continuing to run his hand through the bubbles up and down softly Emma's side, Kevin grinned once more. "Bliss. I liiiike that word..." He kissed her cheek once more, trailing kisses through the bubbles down her neck. The murtlap was doing it's work; his skin was repairing, no longer smarting. He was flushed red for a few different- ahem- reasons now. His hands slipped over her stomach once more, trailing up her side to gently caress her chest. His lips trailed back upwards, grazing over her chin and cheek as he continued to hold her. Bliss. Tobias D'Abugine. Mmming along with her words, he grinned as he added, "Can't wait to meet you, Toby. And if we are wrong, and you're a girl, we sincerely apologize." He didn't think they were wrong though. He thought they were just excited, and it was about time they were right about something. Besides each other. Because through it all, somehow, they'd always been right about each other. The bubbles swam a little as the candles flickered, and he lifted the one hand into her hair. He tucked a few idle, wet strands behind her ear, continuing to talk. "You know, I had sort of the same thought. Maybe...we should start looking at homes, mon cherie." |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Sep 29 2009, 01:50 AM Post #209 |
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Even surrounded by hot water, Emma still shivered at Kevin’s touch. His hand trailing over her side giving her goose bumps. She sighed, loving the way the word bliss seemed to roll off the tongue. How perfect it sounds. ”Utter. Bliss.” The words were came out in a small contented breath as Kevin kissed her, all Emma’s cares seeming to fade away along with all coherency. She caught sight of the red tinge in his appearance and found herself flushing also, their closeness rather apparent. The tinge only darkened as his hands too began to trail and the goose bumps spread. Emma’s head sank back against his shoulder as his lips grazed over her chin and cheek, allowing him better access. Her lips moved, emitting a soft, unintelligible murmur, a small smile evident. Her own hand was lowered over the bump, resting there gently and she was murmuring to it. Talking to their baby. They both were and Emma fell silent to listen to father talk to son. She tilted her head to watch him, his grin infection. His apology made her giggle slightly. ”Reckon if it’s a she, she’ll forgive us for calling her Toby?” It would be unique as far as girls names go... ”We’re not wrong though. It’s a boy. I’m sure. I can feel it.” Emma could also feel her eyes drooping in contentment as well as the long day catching up on them. Kevin’s fingers in her hair, also did something to soothe her. She nestled closer, the hand not resting over her stomach, idly playing with the bubbles now, while she listened to his suggestion. She remembered living in the Auror Headquarters, when she and Kevin began their relationship two years ago. She remembered moving in with him, there at the his flat in France and then bringing Katie home to her converted nursery just over a year ago. They had so many fond memories they’d be leaving behind if they left, but they needed more space. ”I guess you’re right. Can we afford it? Where would we even start looking?” There was so much to think about. ”Would we be looking here in France, or back in England? Do we want a garden? Enough rooms that we can plan to extend the brood further in the future maybe...?” The possibilities were endless. Edited by Emma_D'Abugine, Sep 29 2009, 01:51 AM.
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Oct 1 2009, 05:22 AM Post #210 |
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"I'm sure." Kevin was still carressing her, murmuring into her ear instead of bothering to talk out loud. They were right in each others arms, close and in an empty room, and a warm tub. Why speak louder than they had to? "I'm sure, that he'll forgive us for think that he might have been a girl." Absolutely. He trusted Emma's instincts, and he trusted his own. Perhaps a little too much. He tended to give in to what he was feeling; distance and logic taking second place to emotion and force. He didn't necessarily count it as a bad thing. Spells were fueled by emotion. By letting himself feel, he was usually somewhat of explosive. By letting himself feel, he had the amazing love of Emma, a daughter, and a son on the way. She was talking softly as well, responding about moving and he chuckled quietly. His mother was many things, but poor was certainly not one of them. He nodded against her cheek, kissing her softly as he continued, "Yes...we can. And I don't know. Do you want a garden?" England or France? That was the age old question, for Kevin. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Oct 2 2009, 12:08 AM Post #211 |
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Emma let out a deep contented sigh , shivering as Kevin’s hot breath brushed over her ear tickling. It was almost worth going through all the hell they had over the last two years, to come home and share in moments like this. Almost... Just simply coming home from a hard day at work to share in such moments, would have been preferable. Still, they were hardly that lucky. ”I’m sure he will and then our family will be complete.” she murmured, small smile curled up on her lips. ”You, me and one of each. A son and a daughter... unless we have any plans to extend the family further?” She bit her lip, tilting her head to look at him curiously. Again she felt the vibration of Kevin’s chest as he chuckled, her smile now permanent, widening as he kissed her. They were actually thinking of buying a house - a proper family home. Emma lifted her hand back to cup his cheek, lifting her face to kiss him again. She nodded, picturing a dream home in her head. ”Somewhere the kids can play when it’s warm enough, with a slide and a swing-set, and maybe a paddling pool...” She closed her eyes, imagining the kids playing out in the sunshine. ”Somewhere our kids can grow. Somewhere the family can grow. Maybe... maybe where their dad grew up.” Emma slanted her gaze up to find Kevin’s, glint in her eye. ”I’ve kind of got used to it here.” |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Oct 6 2009, 04:18 AM Post #212 |
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Where their dad grew up? Kevin smiled, startled to realize how well she knew him. He wouldn't have even considered that it would mean a lot to hear; he didn't know that it meant a lot to him--or he hadn't. Until she'd said t. It was only then that Kevin realized how thrilled he was to hear that and he smiled softer leaning forward again to kiss her one more time. Softly. Sweetly. He craned his neck and held her just as soft, slipping in the bubbles and meeting his lips to her wet and red flesh a few times over. "Oui, Madame." His french accent slipped out more pronounced as it did naturally. He continued in english, keeping the french pronounced now on purpose. "I think...that sounds magnificent. Although I think we should...keep the family there. One of each...and it certainly sounds like we'll have our hands full." He laughed, soaking a little deeper with her into the bubbles. "That meant a lot." He said softly. "I..know I haven't, talked much, about how I grew up. I didn't even... know it was remotely important...but you did." He muttered a soft 'wow' and kissed the side of her cheek. |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Oct 6 2009, 04:31 PM Post #213 |
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Emma tilted her head to get a better view of Kevin’s reaction to her words. He’d gone oddly quiet, which momentarily worried her but the worry quickly dissipated as she caught sight of the smile on his face. She in turn smiled back, taking in the expression upon her husband’s face – glad she’d suggested they remain in France. Emma met his kiss, just as sweetly, eyes drifting closed, sinking lower into the bubbles with him as his lips continued to brush over hers. The French accent he spoke with, sending her heart all a flutter as it always tended to do - her cheeks flushing. ”Oui, Monsieur.” She mirrored, her own attempt at a French accent no match for her husband’s natural accent. ”I think one of each sounds just right for us. Joggling between work and the family. We’re going to be busy...” Emma matched his Kevin, enjoying the soothing warmth of water surrounding them. Even more so, the secure arms wrapped around her holding her close. ”Kevin, this is who you are,” Emma murmured, voice just as soft, taking his hand and linking her fingers through his. ”France is a part of you. Of course it’s important. Besides, I work where I grew up and where my family are.” She heard Kevin’s murmured words, giggling softly as he kissed her cheek. ”I’m just special like that...” Then her expression grew serious. ”I know I never press you for details about growing up or your family but one day, you’ve got to be prepared that the kids might want to know a bit more about their dad’s past and your side of the family....” |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Oct 9 2009, 01:52 AM Post #214 |
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Kevin was quiet for a long little while while he turned over what she had said in his mind. They were going to be busy, and he still couldn't wait to meet his little boy. He watched her slowly and deliberately wrap his fingers with her own and he smiled gently at the touch. The way it felt just to be holding her was incredibly relaxing, and...he honestly had no words for how much he loved her sometimes. Most times. But her words were taking quite some time to process and sink in. He didn't consider France to be such a huge part of him, despite his reluctance to leave it. He'd been working in England as their client with France for two years now, England was just as important to him. Or, rather he thought it had been. He hadn't really thought of it this way. Or that way, and as he submerged them a little deeper gently in the water he spoke softly, "I want to tell you." It was soft, and he didn't know where to begin, so he continued softly, "Ask me anything. You should know...everything..." |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Oct 9 2009, 02:11 AM Post #215 |
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The silence was not uncomfortable, in fact it was peaceful, contended. It felt natural. It was a lot to take in, having another child, when their lives were already so hectic and so often upended but it was the continuation of life and of their growing family. Their fingers fit, like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle and that fact never ceased to amaze Emma as she watch their finger linked. Just like the way she so comfortably fit against him thre in the tub, when they slept, when they were together... The truth was, France was becoming as much a part of her as England already was. Over a year now she had lived with Kevin in their flat in France, slowly becoming used to the langauge, the way of lfe and teh beautiful scenery. She loved it there. She knew she'd be reluctant if tehy ever chose to leave it and she could certainly understand why while working in England, Kevin had chosen to keep his flat in France to live in. Apparating back and forth to work. Emma felt the warm breath on her ear as Kevin softly gave a response to her words. She was not prepared for it though, having expected the topic to end there. Mention of Kevin's past, a no-go area, instead here he was inviting her to delve deeper into her husband's past, to in so many words - open Pandora's box. "Are you...sure?" She turned to regard him carefully - curiously - afraid of delving too deep, or alternatively not delving far enough. Worried of dragging up surpressed memories she was sure Kevin would rather keep submerged. "Tell me about how you were brought up... What were your parents like..." Her voice was low, tone wary... tentative. "You don't have to do this, Kevin...." |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Oct 10 2009, 04:12 AM Post #216 |
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Kevin didn't bother saying out loud that he was sure. He simply nodded, his lips twitched in a half smile. He did want to tell her. It honestly shouldn't have waited this long-- she might honestly have had the impression that he was hiding the fact that he was a serial killer, for how determined he usually was to never talk about it. Never discuss it. Which, actually... It just wasn't him that was the serial killer. He didn't have any idea where to start, so he was glad when she chose a topic. His parents. How he was brought up. It was vague...but he knew he could talk about that for ages. "I don't remember my dad very well." He frowned a little bit, trying to think. "He wasn't around a long time...he, died when I was seven. The only thing I remember about him was that he spoke to me in both English and French, really..." He paused and then corrected himself. "Actually, no. I have a few far and in between memories. One of which had him lecturing me how to properly ride a broomstick because I kept falling off of his. He didn't care that I wasn't supposed to be flying, obviously. Pureblood's never care. Laws are for.." His voice was a little taut, grimmer and he rubbed his eyes for a second. "Other people." He took a breath. Thinking about his father was a little more difficult than he'd anticipated. "My mother was always around. Smothering me with ...false, love, I have to assume- she'd discuss for long, long paragraphs how lucky we were to be wealthy, pureblood.." His voice caught for a moment and then he kept going. "I don't think they slept in the same bed- but as I said, I was seven, I don't remember very well. All I know is I was send to sleep over at Abi's and came back and my father had.." His voice dropped again. "I came back, and..my father had had a heart attack. Supposedly." He paused and shut his eyes, pulling her a little closr. "Abi remains convinced that my mother...that she.." Another pause. "Killed him. Because she'd had a tryst with my uncle, my father's twin brother by the way, and ... she still suddenly inherited all of this money..." He paused and said with the tiniest grin, "Sure you want me to go on?" |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Oct 10 2009, 09:25 PM Post #217 |
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It meant a lot to Emma for Kevin to be opening up to her like this – for him to actually be offering up information about his family and his past. Information that he had no doubt suppressed for good reason. She felt bad asking him to bring such memories to the surface and voice them, especially when they were having such a wonderful time just...being. Still, when he began, she settled down and fell silent, listening intently, curious to know more about her husband. ”I’m sorry...” she murmured, when he pointed out his father had died when he was only seven. Emma had always assumed that both of Kevin’s parents were out there somewhere. That the family had just broken apart. She knew at least that Abi and Kevin hadn’t exactly seen eye-to-eye with their family’s strict Pureblood ideals. ”He lectured you for that? But you were only a kid...” She wanted to understand Kevin’s relationship with his parents. ”Did you ever learn in the end? How to fly I mean? I haven’t been up on a broom since my school days.” She knew these questions were irrelevant but she didn’t wish to have put a damper on the evening. ”But you do care. You don’t care about all that propaganda.” Emma gave his hand another squeeze. ”You’re different.” His mother sounded just like the text book case of a traditional Pureblood. The wealth, the pride and arrogance. She sounded just like those who wouldn’t accept anything less than Pure-Blood. Kevin’s hand still in hers, Emma found herself playing with the wedding band on her husband’s left hand. His family would never have approved their marriage and now she could understand why his mother likely had not even been notified. Of all the information she thought she might receive, Emma had not been expecting to be told the suspicions that his mother murdered his father. ”...Supposedly...? As he pulled her closer, Emma tilted her gaze up to meet his warily. She didn’t want to push the matter too far. ”And what do you think?” When she’d asked Kevin to tell her about his parents and how he grew up , Emma had not expecting his family to have such a complicate web of inner workings. It was a lot of new information to take in. She had to admit though, she thought Abi’s theory made sense. ”You don’t have to go on, if you don’t want to. I mean, you told have to tell me all this in one go. It’ll be years before the kids start asking questions.” And when that day came, she wouldn’t force Kevin divulge the information to them. She returned the tiny grin he gave expect hers was a little stronger. ”You know... if there’s anything you’ve always wanted to know about me...” She lent up stealing a short, soft kiss. ”It’s only fair.” |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Oct 17 2009, 03:54 AM Post #218 |
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At the small 'I'm sorry', Kevin simply shrugged for a moment kissing her forehead again, loving her all the more for the way she was curled against him. "Not your fault." And it wasn't; he'd accepted a long time ago, it wasn't anyone's fault. It wasn't even the pureblood's world, fault. It was plain and simple, a fact that he had to stop attempting to assign blame too. Abi didn't get that; she wanted him to assign the blame wherever it was "properly due". But..where was it? Rose was his mother, whether he liked it or not. He didn't want to believe what he knew to be true. He kept going, simply because he wanted to get it all out. "There's...more. I came home from Beauxbatons one day to discover..oh yeah, I had a stepfather." He shut his eyes for a moment clearing his head. "He was about a hundred years old, but he was kind of sweet in an odd way. I wouldn't know much; my mother barely stayed in the house and he slept most of the time. He used to play chess with me though. I'm a fair hand at it because of it." He swallowed and shook his head against hers, not realizing how long they'd been staying there, or how the water was slightly getting chilly. "And then..." He dipped his hand in the water, startled slightly and then saying simply, "I'm sorry, you have to be very cold." He shifted them, after kissing her neck and getting up out of the tub, reaching for a towel. He toweled himself off first, just gently, and then turned around to hold a towel up for her; he intended on taking care of her that night. Talk about stalling. He frowned for a moment and said with a sigh, "And then, you know, I should have learned not to get even the slightest bit attached. Letter at school arrived saying he was dead too. Strangest thing is how wealthy we always seemed to get." He swallowed, hating saying it outloud and clarifying, "But that's Abi's theory, mind you. She never let it go." Of course she didn't; Abi viewed his home as one of broken and wrecked childhood a family "worth saving". His mother, was not worth saving. Emma was. Katie was. That was it. And he shook his head at the words slightly, smiling and kissing her again as she stepped out of the bath tub. "Thank you." He was, different. It was why he didn't dwell on this. Why he didn't think about it. He was too curious on other subjects, too curious on where his differences were. Where his similarities were. "What do I think?" He asked the question rhetorically and grew very quiet for a moment. What did he think? What did he even know? He knew Abi was determined, but he also knew why. He knew he'd never had a strong father figure, and his mother? Too strong of a character. She wasn't welcome around him; he'd left for a reason. He paused again and finally after another breath finished, "I don't know what to think." He didn't. He was gently toweling her off and decidedly caught his arms back around her waist, murmuring into his shoulder as he said with a grin, "And of course I know how to ride a broomstick. And a hippogriff, and a reindeer-- now that's, a story...okay, I've attempted, to ride a reindeer." Ha. "As for what I want to ask you?" He thought for a moment, his arms still around her waist, hands cool against the fluffy, warm towel. He thought curiously, because he'd never really questioned it; his family aside, it wasn't like they were strangers. So he settled for a simple question, smiling. "What was your favorite memory from growing up?" |
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| Emma_D'Abugine | Oct 17 2009, 05:55 PM Post #219 |
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It wasn't her fault, he was right. She hadn't even known hims then but it did't stop her wating to say she was sorry. "I know, but I'm sorry you had to go through all that." What she hadn't expect was that there would be more to his past, a step-father... "She never told you she was seeing someone else? She just married him when you were at school?" To Emma that was shocking. How could a mother do that to her son? She was a little wary about voicing her next question, one just out of mild curiosity. "Did you and your step-father get along better than you and you real father?" By the sounds of it they'd connected somewhat over the game. She could tell all this was difficult for Kevin to recount and felt bad for having asked her first question, thus starting this wash of memories he was forced to dredge up. He mentioned the cold and Emma shook her head, despite noticing the slight rise of goosebumps along her arms, although that could very well have been from the kiss he planted on her neck as well as the now cold bath water. "I hardly noticed," she shrugged, watching as Kevin climbed from the tub and dried off. And she hand't. She'd been too engrossed in learning more about her husband to notice the slowly lowering temperature of the bath or the slow disappearance of the bubbles. When she saw the towel held out for her Emma smile and carefully climbed out of the tub, stepping into the warm and drawing the towel and her husband's arms around her. She felt she should be looking after him for a change, especially after being the one to prompt the topic of conversation. She stayed silent as he continued his story, squeezing his hands through the towel as she learned how he lost another father fgure in his life... Held them, as she learnt of the theories behind the family's growing wealth. She had just assumed the family wealth came from inheritance. "Just because Abi think's it true doesn't mean it is... I mean.. You said it yourself, your step-father was about a hundred. Is a heart attack really that unlikely?" Emma met his kiss without complaint, glad he was smiling despite their conversation. "Thank you? For what, Hun?" The way she saw it, she hadn't done anything but listen. "Well... maybe you don't have to know, just yet or at all," she suggested carefully. "I mean, it all happened in the past. You're you not your parents. You don't care about blood status. You have your own job , your own home and life... Katie and me." Emma smiled up ovr her shoulder at him as he towelled her off, deicing she definitely didn't deserve him. "And you did all that yourself, without their help or influence. I don't care what your mother might or might not have done, where the family wealth might have come from or whether the rest of your family were traditional Purebloods... because I married you." She set her arms over his as his arms curled around her waist, her fingers linking through his, skin tingling as his lips brushed her shoulder. "Maybe you could give me refresher on how to fly a broom some time..." Emma murmured, her lips curling up in amusement then turning into a giggle at the image of him riding hippogryphs and reindeer... trying to ride a reindeer. "When did you get the chance to try that? What went wrong? Did it realize you weren't Santa?" Now she was really giggling. "Favorite memory growing up..." She had a tonne of memories to sift through, several she remembered with fondness but to choose one? Keeping a careful hold of the towel Emma stepped awaya moment, pulling out the bath plug before turning and reaching for Kevin's hand, tugging him out of the bathroom and through into their bedroom. Perching on the end of the bed, she grabbed one of Kevin's log shirt, folded with the rest of their clean washing and discarding the towel, pulled it over her head still thinking. She had many memorable moments from her time at Hogwarts, covering things in glitter with Abi, ice cream sessions and sneaking down to the kitchens. But then Emma had several fond memories also of her childhood with her parents. "When mum and dad took Gabe and me camping one summer. I must have been about six and Gabe was nine..." She lay back on the bed with a contented sigh, tilting her gaze up to Kevin's with a reminiscent smile. "It was wonderful. We went walking in the woods with all our camping equpiment and found a small clearing by a slow running stream. He let me and Gabe help him put up the tents while much fixed up hot dogs and stew on our little cooking stove, by hand, no magic." Emma could remember it just like it was yesterday. It had been just them and the woods. The birds in the trees, a few squirrels, the running river nearby. "That night we sat around the campfire telling spooky stories and singing camp songs. Drinkign hot chocolate and toasting marshmallows over the fire..." Her mouth was watering just thinking about it. There were nothing like the smoky taste of food cooked over a campfire, or the woodsy smell. "And then there was sleeping under the stars... listening to the owls hoot and the sound of noctural creatures scuttling about..Then waking up to the dawn." She patted the bed beside her, scooting up the bed to lie her head on her pillow, "I haven't been camping since." |
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| Kevin_D'Abugine | Oct 20 2009, 07:44 PM Post #220 |
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Was a heart attack really unlikely for his step father? No, it wasn't. Heart attacks were very common, he supposed, in hundred year old men. Would he put it past his mother, though? Again, no, he wouldn't. Heart attacks. He shuddered slightly, simply at the thought itself and moved on. He'd told her; Abi hadn't let it go, but he wanted Emma to be able to with him. He wanted to just let it be the past. There was one more thought and he frowned slightly as he added, "My mother got married a third time." He shook his head, holding on to her a little tighter. "He's still with her, as far as I know; I haven't talked to either of them since I was disowned." To say he didn't care? Was a little bit of a different story, apparently. He did care. He just wasn't really permitted to. She didn't seek him out, and he didn't seek her out either. It was the way it was. That was it. So as she moved on to begin mentioning Katie and herself, and the life they'd made for themselves he honestly didn't know what to say. He moved forward to kiss her, gently and softly and answered simply, "Thank you, for being you." It was that simple, in his mind. He held her, even as they moved back to lay on the bed. One hand moved over her stomach as they curled up in the bed and he murmured, "Of course. We could go flying tomorrow if you wanted." Flying was something that had both been drilled into him by proper-wizarding-etiquette, and because he loved to fly. Fly away from it all. That was what Abi had always said. It was why he and 'Dromeda had had their tree, and it was why he'd owned several broomsticks (and technically hippogriffs as well, although they belonged to the entire family). He curled up around her, dry and warm and more than content, smiling in spite of the topics as she explained her memory of camping. It sounded like one of those perfect childhood memories he wanted Katie to have, and Toby (or her, whomever she was) to have as well. "And we should go camping sometime." He murmured, his lips against her neck as he held her, content in the bed. It was a whisper, soft and easy against her skin, for they both were drifting off to sleep. |
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