always the grown up - OPEN Mar 23, 2017 12:29:35 GMT -6
Post by ORVILLE CLIFFORD ROTSCHILD on Mar 23, 2017 12:29:35 GMT -6
Location: Salem, Massachusetts.
When asked, Orville usually told everyone he never had the time for a family. He often told that his work came first and even if it meant not continuing his family line. His parents would've been extremely disappointed at him. They were dead already and they could not say anything to Orville anymore. Their words hardly mattered any longer and he was quite proud of himself of all the things he had accomplished so far. He was the President of the MACUSA. The leader of the magical community in the United States. Orville had climbed long and had worked his ass off for this. Even if the society knew him as the eccentric old man with a bushy beard who liked to sing, collect snowglobes and hug everyone, when Orville retreated to his home, he was as normal as any of them.
His home was in Massachusetts, Salem to be exact. His family had claimed their estate there and had stood there for centuries. Rotschilds had seen the witch trials, laughed and went on with their lives. Orville had grown up in the midst of white willows and loved every second of it. His parents house still stood in the outskirts of the city, providing a beautiful view to the city. Orville loved it here. He loved the silence, the fact that his dogs could run free. He loved the fresh air. The old man didn't have much time to come up here which was a shame. The times he wanted to come here were usually summers and Christmas but many times it dawned to Orville that he had no one to spend those times with. Christmases were usually lonely. Dragon and Daisy were there of course but it was not the same.
Those were the days when Orville regretted for not having a family of his own. He didn't have anyone to call because most of the people he annoyed to death. The big empty house would stand there for a long time after Orville was gone. Forgotten and bare, much like the last living Rotschild himself.
Deep down Orville had wished for sons. He had grown all by himself with no siblings to tease or to rely on. It had been lonely and now, many years later he wished he had took the time to find the love of his life so they could've raised their children here.
It hadn't happened and the image vanished from his view. He was staring at the trees once again and had to remind himself that he was walking around in the grounds of his estate. He'd get lost for sure if he didn't pay attention.
" Dragon! Daisy!" Called Orville to his dogs that emerged from the trees, happy and wagging their tails. He smiled at them. They were his children now. They couldn't talk and they couldn't understand a thing Orville told them but he loved them very much.
Much like he could've loved his own children. He didn't have too many close friends. They all were there because they had to. Still Orville wanted to believe that Maxwell Whitlam cared about him as much as he cared about the young man. Hell, he had watched Max grow in the MACUSA and had taught him everything he could. He had also taught Caspian everything he knew and regarded the both of them as his sons or nephews even. Obviously they had their own families and loved ones but it still saddened Orville that the two young men weren't part of his family. Max had visited Orville at Christmas which had been a pleasant surprise because then the old man didn't have to spend it alone again.
Orville looked back at the house that was looming in the distance. The mansion would be sold to some other people when Orville was dead. He didn't want that. He didn't want it to go into the hands of some strangers. It was a quick decision but in that moment, Orville decided to change his will a bit when he got back to New York; instead of giving the deeds of the house to the city of Salem, he'd pass it down to Max and Caspian. They'd take good care of it. They'd make it a home with their families. Something Orville had never been able to.
notes: actually this hurt a lot.