The Cheever Household[6][27]

[Noelle Cheever]

*smiles and nods*

Yeah, my parents were the same, pretty much. I don't really care, for the most part. Although they can get quite annoying

*laughs lightly*

What type of owl is he?

[Zero Quinn]

*Pushes his bowl away again, and tilts his head to the side, looking at her.*

My parents are great fun. Love 'em to death.

*Smiles brightly.*

Linus is a Great Gray Owl. Smart as a whip too.

*Remembers she said something about owning a cat, and looks around at the floor, aware that if a cat is around, it's likely to be lurking nearby.*

Where's your cat?

[Noelle Cheever]

*sighs*

She's in France along with my Owl. Don was supposed to bring them, but he hasn't come back

*pouts*

I miss my babies

*laughs lightly*

[Zero Quinn]

*Slides his hand across the bar toward hers, and begins to lightly trace little squiggles on her hand.*

I think I'd die without Linus.

*Looks up at her pouty face, and grimaces. Wanting to comfort her he stands upright, moves in front of her and holds out his arms.*

I'm sorry, baby...

[Noelle Cheever]

*smiles and hugs him*

It's fine, they're fine, being pampered and spoiled

*laughs lightly*

[Zero Quinn]

*Rubs her softly on the back.*

Whew! I was almost out the door to get you another.

*Backs away, chuckling.*

It's you that needs to be pampered and spoiled though.

*Grabs her hand, and starts to fiddle with her graceful fingers.*

[Noelle Cheever]

*blushes lightly*

Oh, no, I'm... I'm fine

*looks down, smiling, then blushes a deeper red when he starts playing with her hands*

[Zero Quinn]

*Gazes deep into her emerald eyes with a pouty face of his own.*

You wouldn't let me spoil you?

*Threads his fingers through hers, holding it.*

It would make me very happy to treat you like the princess you are.

*His bright green eyes pleading.*

[Noelle Cheever]

*blushes even more, then looks at his pouty face*

Awe, beaux*, you can do whatever you want

*cups one his cheek with her free hand*

I just don't want you to think you have to

*smiles*

*Handsome

[Zero Quinn]

*Leans into her hand, his eyes lighting up at her words.*

I know I don't have to. It's something I would love to do.

*Smiles*

It isn't everyday I get to spoil a beautiful woman.

*Wraps his hand around the wrist near his face, pulls it to his lips, and kisses softly on the inside of her palm.*

[Noelle Cheever]

*lights up, still beat red, but happy. Smiles brightly as he kisses her hand, leaning forward and kissing his forhead gently with a smile*

[Zero Quinn]

*Leans into her kiss, sighing softly. It's getting late and he is growing a bit tired*

*Lifts his head, and gently cups her face into his hands, and kisses her softly.*

It's late my love. You should get some sleep.

[Noelle Cheever]

*kisses back lightly and nods, getting a bit sleepy herself*

You've got a point... I'll see you soon though?

*looks at him hopefully*

[Zero Quinn]

*Nods.*

Anytime you wish.

*Drops his hands and starts for the door. He turns back to speak.*

Goodnight my princess.

*Opens the door and moves out into the alley, disapparating immediatly once he's outside.*

[Noelle Cheever]

-Noelle stared at the door for almost twenty minutes, leaning against the railing outside her flat before taking a deep breath and walking in. Flashbacks of the past hit her like a bat. George. Devlin. Zero. Toki. Elena. Don. Michelle. Gizmo. Jack. Antonin. Antoine. And so, so many more faces and the events that sen her taking a few steps back into the kitchen.-

-three house elves walked behind her: Zona, Tien, and Lobs, all levitating multiple boxes behind them.-

Mademoiselle Noelle?

-Noelle looked at them-

emballe tout et en débarrasse-toi. J'en n'ai plus besoin*

-Lobs and Tien start packing up the flat as Zona starts replacing the old furniture with the new ones, starting with the living room and kitchen.-

-Noelle observes the silent elves, not moving as her carpet turns to hardwood. She doesn’t say a word, and doesn’t move a muscle. The memories are flying at her but she doesn’t flinch. She’s harder than that now. She’s stronger.-

Mademoiselle? vous voulez que j'arrange la cuisine, oui ou non?**

-snaps out of a daze as Lobs, her oldest elf speaks-

Pardon? Oh uh, oui, bien sur, bien sur, merci****

-moves out of the way and towards her bedroom as her entire kitchen seems to disappear. Zona is working on her bedroom. She tours it, examining the fine furniture and bed her mother sent as a peace offering to aidez son début par nouvelle vie- help her start a new life.-

Merci, Zona, je vais controler les garçons****

-in a about twenty to thirty minutes the rest of the flat, including the guest bedroom, and Don and Elena’s room. It was a new start, and exactly what she needed to drown the memories of her former life-

*pack everything and dispose of it. I do not need it. Replace it with the new furniture.
**would you like me to arrange the kitchen or no?
***What? Oh uh, yes, of course, of course
****I am going to check on the boys, good job