Post by marceau clement devereux on Jul 8, 2015 23:30:37 GMT -5
My sweetest Noelle,
Would you do me the honor of trusting me? Get dressed for snow and then when you're ready, grab the old broken yo-yo on the kitchen table and brace yourself. It's a portkey. I can't wait to see you.
-- Yours.
Would you do me the honor of trusting me? Get dressed for snow and then when you're ready, grab the old broken yo-yo on the kitchen table and brace yourself. It's a portkey. I can't wait to see you.
-- Yours.
Marceau placed the portkey carefully on the kitchen table and left the note on the refrigerator in her parent's house. He hoped that he knew his girlfriend well enough that she would go to the fridge before she made a grab for some broken toy on the table. Thinking better of it, he placed the letter over top of the toy with a piece of fabric gently over the toy so she wouldn't touch it before she had a chance to get ready. It had been in the high 50's (Celsius) through the week, so he was sure that she would get a little curious over where they were going. There was so much that he wanted to spoil Noelle with, it would take all of his will power to pace it out. He knew that there was no one in the world better for him than the young Rousseau woman that he had the honor of dating for the past almost three years, and he knew that he had to be insane before for thinking that anyone could be better for him than her. Especially for thinking that Aurelie was the one he was supposed to be with. Shrugging off the thoughts of the miserable life that he would of had if he had been stuck with her for the rest of his days, he fished the portkey for himself out of his pocket and vanished away from the Rousseau home in Versailles.
Once he gained his bearings, he scurried around the spacious apartment that he would be able to call theirs in September, assuming that Noelle gave her stamp of approval to the place. He wanted her to be comfortable there, to love it there as much as she loved being in France. He knew that it would be a lot when she first got there. They would go from seeing each other on weekends and when she would be able to sneak down with her friends, to being with each other all the time. Making meals, going to sleep together, he knew it was everything and more that he wanted, but a piece of him was worried that she would think it was too much. With Marc, it took everything to not rush into all of the milestones with her. He knew down to the core of his soul that she was all that he needed. She tamed his wild spirit and she made his life brighter by just being part of it. He sat down on their bed, made perfectly with a bed spread that he was sure would make her smile, and looked over the small black box in his hands. If she said no, it would crush him. He would understand, or at least try to. She was still young. There was a chance that he would mess it all up and she would realize that she didn't want to spend the rest of her days with a werewolf. An old man trapped in a twenty year old's body. that he would never be the type to like parties and to like going out to paint the town red. He liked reading his dusty books and drinking tea. He liked going for runs in the morning and then showering with Noelle. It was the simple life and it was all that he was able to offer her.
Standing and running his fingers through his hair, he locked the apartment behind him and apparated to where Noelle would be meeting him if she decided to show up to see him. His nerves were getting the best of him, and he could just hope that it all worked out in the long run. He wanted everything with Noelle and this was a big step towards that everything.
(tag: noelle elise rousseau)