Here we are. I would say the time has come to begin the story proper. And it begins, of course, by
Perfect Family
Act One - The brilliance
First, the beccatevi
PERFECT FAMILY
Act I - The brilliance
Si fermò, quasi incantato, the door of the nursery, watching the elf maid bustling around his wife.
She was sitting by the cot, with her dress elegantly accommodated under the thin legs. The white chest was found just enough to allow the child to reach her nipple, which sucks hungry, the little hand tightened into a fist and placed just below the full breast of its mother. She looked at him silently, smiling slightly to himself, so pleased and happy that his face disfigured by a graceful seemed primordial joy. The jet-black hair shaded the elegantly ethereal oval face, the blacks and some wires touched the soft line of the lips.
In his eyes was always beautiful, as if she were still in his twenties. As it was a boy.
Orion allowed himself a few more seconds of silent observation, gazing slim and graceful hand of his wife which fixes the baby gently to afford a more comfortable position, holding it in a thoughtful, delicate little head just adorned pat on the early black hair.
was a wonderful child. Strong, healthy, with just a pretty little nose pointed upwards - just like that of Walburga - And round eyes, of a blue that already tends toward gray. Orion had always thought that very young children were not exactly beautiful, all wrinkled and reddish, but his son was absolutely wonderful. Nothing like a frog, or a disheveled beast. It was simply wonderful.
Sirius. The name alone was enough to describe it perfectly. Bright.
brings back the look on the woman's face, completely rapt ecstatic contemplation of their baby.
"Walburga" he called softly.
She raised her head suddenly, dreamy, and smiled to distinguish her husband in the doorway.
"She is eating," he said joyfully, blinking her long lashes and ebony just bending the neck in a silent invitation to him. The man nodded, approaching a few steps.
"Master Black Misky want ..." the elf stepped forward, haughty, coming up with slavish adoration.
"I want Misky leave us," he said mildly imperious, without moving his eyes on the creature. "Now," said firm, dismissing with a wave of his hand. With the same, without stopping, drew in the air slow parabola which ended in his bare shoulder to lean Walburga, wonderfully soft under his fingers.
She pulled the baby from her womb, to move it to lap the other nipple, and Sirius protested vigorously with a urletto annoyed, snatching a short laugh, before his tiny lips meet with the other end of the womb, embedding them voraciously.
"It 's a rather intransigent little chap,' said Merry.
" Comme il le faut, my dear, " Orion muttered, stooping to kiss her forehead. Walburga closed his eyes with a happy sigh, leaning his head to the delicate face of her husband. Orion had always been in the habit of speaking French, from time to time, a natural distinction. She liked the way which his voice is melodious form in that language, without losing the usual firmness.
Everything she loved, him.
From boyhood, he remembered perfectly.
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