One Last Time

[Chavdar Zhefarovich]

Hanging around his home all day was not exactly what Chavdar would call fun. Ever since the nasty divorce seven months ago, Chavdar managed to get left with all the children here. Vladimir and Zinaida were getting older by the day, and Chavdar was rather impressed with how they much they have grown for the past years. Vladimir was current in his chair, reading as this was a weekend and he could spend it here with his twin sister, Zinaida. Vulcan was another story. Chavdar had to ensure that all candles and wands were out of that boy's reach as he loved to set things ablaze with a wave of a wand and have something either grow or explode. Vulcan was a riot, but Chavdar adored him all the same. Then there was baby Isadora. She was a precious beauty, that always clung to her father's side no matter where she was at. She was almost a year old now. She was learning to walk, but she loved to be carried. And how could he resist that blend of silvery blue eyes? Chavdar could never resist a baby. He was currently feeding her a bottle, keeping a close eye on Vulcan but Zinaida seemed to be helping him with that as well. He was a single father, and he was struggling to find a sitter for him while he worked, which he recently got promoted so that never helped with his case. Things had not been so difficult if only Rosaline had not gone and been so noble all of a sudden.

Their love was not really true, as one would love the other no matter what choices that the other made. Chavdar chosen to be a Death Eater, finally after many years of battling the darkness beside him. Chavdar was humming a soft tune with his deep voice rocking Isadora back and forth to sleep while she was feeding. It often soothed her. How could a mother do this to her children? How could one be so bitter? Chavdar was entirely hurt when he found out that she had left the Death Eaters, and wanted to get out of the marriage. He sought out approval, and it approved rather quickly. Asparuh was going to have her killed otherwise for leaving the Death Eaters, and just leaving the family would have sufficed as long as she never set foot around those with the honorable blood. Chavdar supposed that their love was just not strong enough. She could not handle the darkness. The murder and the secrets. Chavdar should have known that there would be nothing anyway. The sparks were fading and it was just not meant to be. It was not until there was a ring of the doorbell, and Chavdar glanced up. Who could that be? He rested the sleeping Isadora on the couch with a dark purple blanket. He walked up to answer the door, opening it and narrowing his eyes on who he seen. Only there was a surprise with her.

 

[Rosaline Mckay]

Rosaline was unsure exactly how she had Chavdar had fallen apart like they did, but then again, did anyone who divorced another really expect it to happen? Rosaline was sure that like herself they had all planned to be with the one they were choosing to marry forever. They were in love and all other emotion was simply tossed out for the time being. They were all fools for letting it happen too because every single one of them suffered in the end because of it. Rosaline was one of the many to be suffering and she blamed it all upon herself for one part of it and the rest onto Chavdar. There wasn't even time for them to try and work out their marriage because the fighting and the hateful looks grew too powerful at too quick a pace for anything or anyone to be able to intervene. Rosaline blamed herself because she thought too much about the past. About her previous love and how even if she thought she loved Chavdar she thought she loved this other man just as much, if not more. He was of the bad sort too. The sort she was not supposed to be associated with if she was ever going to fit amongst that family. But she couldn't let it go completely. No matter what she did she still felt plagued by it. By her own thoughts that kept coming back every night as she tried to rest her head, as she cared for her own children, and with everything else she did. Then there came in the issues that she thought Chavdar brought in with him. Rosaline was not happy as a Death Eater. A part of her once thought that she wasn't lying to herself when she joined. But later on she realized that she only joined because she felt obligated to do so. Her thoughts were that if she joined the ranks of the dark that they would appreciate her more. But it only succeeded in making her feel out of place. She hated the killing, the lies, and the hurt this brought to her and to others around here. Her life fell apart and so did the marriage between her and her husband. The love they had was lost. But now there was one final meeting between them that needed to happen. The very last she would hopefully ever see of him.

Sometime before her and Chavdar finally called it quits, she had fallen pregnant. Because not too long after they split she found out. But with things as bad as they were, she did not want to run back to him. Rosaline was soft but not soft enough to make it seem like she needed him. She did not need him. It ended up being another set of twins that she had given birth to, another boy and another girl. Though she loved them dearly she already knew one fact. The Zhefarovich's would probably hunt her down for those children in the end. To have them trained and raised the way they wanted instead of them growing up under her own influence. It was cruel and she wanted to save them the hurt and the hassle of either having their mother killed or the struggle between their parents. Rosaline exhaled and rang the doorbell before her once, there was two baby carriers with her, both contained sleeping infants within them. Gathering her thoughts to help her remain strong and resist the urge to cry, Rosaline almost gasped when she heard the door open. But when her eyes fell upon Chavdar she narrowed her them. "I need to talk to you." Rosaline stated as her eyes drifted down to the infants. No other words were said but she hoped that he would at least let her in so she could explain to him what it was she needed to say to him.​

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[Chavdar Zhefarovich]

Bitterness, the very being that normally thrived in Rosaline suddenly overcome Chavdar, and his stared shifted into a cold, intimidating glare. It was so much different than the warmth that he normally greeted Rosaline with. He blamed her, she blamed him; mainly the blame was for causing the family to fall apart. However, there was a little bit of compassion left in Chavdar still, as he did not want to see Rosaline hurt or killed. She may still be hung all over that Vaschel character, and Chavdar darkly thanked the Death Eaters that killed him. Mudcrawler, was what he was, and he had never really thought about it, but he was with a blood traitor at some point. She would reap what she sowed soon. Chavdar might not even be the cause of it. Chavdar did not even want to let her inside, but his onyx eyes shifted down to see two babies, and he raised an eyebrow. There was no mistaking his gene, so when they were divorced, she was pregnant? With twins, again? From what he could see, one was a boy and one was a girl. Chavdar's expression almost melted, but there was a twist of anger in there as well, just covering up the sadness. Sometimes it was better to never to have loved at all, than love and lost. He lost the one woman that he had ever loved, and the one woman to have caused him so much grief. She was the one that took his purity, and the one that bore his only children. How else was he supposed to feel because he did not know.

"I think it would be better to stay outside," said the Death Eater when he closed the door behind him as he told Vladimir and Zinaida to keep an eye on the little ones. He stared down at Rosaline, and though he was the biggest built Zhefarovich, excluding Asparuh, he was not really one to be offensive, like his older twin brother. He was more of a reactive type of fighter. Chavdar knew what Rosaline was going to come here for, now. With the two infants, it would be saving her own neck. At least she was smart enough to do what was best, which was provide them care and love from their father. Chavdar let out a sigh, and he folded his arms across his chest, and he murmured, "I suppose these will be the last... Have you given them names yet?" He hoped not, or else he would have to have them changed. Well, with the boy one at least. With a fallen family member, he thought that it would be nice to have his dear uncle honored. Given to a pure-blood, that would grow up of power and strength. But he hoped that the meeting would wrap up soon. He just felt...awkward being in the presence of his ex-wife now. Here he thought that they were going to last forever, but no, he should have known better. No woman with the family married in lasted forever. They normally burned out after so long. And Rosaline's candle had longed been snuffed out.