Room 301, Tuesday Afternoon

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Isabelle was tired and weary, still, but a few days in Idris had done her some good. Even if everyone was still more than a little shell-shocked. Even if everyone was still in mourning for something or someone, and there had been a Council meeting to determine the place of the Seelie Court among them after their betrayal.

Even if the Hall of Accords had been draped with the blue banners of victory, a golden rune of triumph on each one.

It all felt very far away now that Isabelle was back on Fandom. Her room looked the same. Glitter and clothes spilled everywhere. Nothing here suggested the occupant had quite literally been to hell and back not too many days ago.

Isabelle sent out a single text to Flick – I'm here, and nothing else – and dropped her phone on her bed. And sighed.

[ooc: Open door, open post.]

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[flickofthewrist]

Flick actually couldn't believe it when he got the text. He really couldn't.

He'd come back to the island, intending it to be brief, when his phone had buzzed. He looked at it, saw who it was from and nearly dropped the phone in surprise. Shock.

Then, he was bounding down the flights of stairs and moving his way to her room with a purpose. He'd barely slept, hadn't had a good shave in a few days and wanted to cry when he saw her there.

His words failed him so he just stared, one hand over his mouth.

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Isabelle turned towards the door when she heard steps stop in her doorway. She ended up exhaling an unsteady breath, eyes wide and dark.

It was really right then that she realized what she'd actually communicated to him when she'd sent her fire message. Or, how something like that would have affected him.

The words weren't coming so freely with her, either.

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"I thought you were dead," he said hoarsely, pulling his hand away from his mouth and clenching it into a fist. "I thought you were gone."

Her damn fire message.

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"I... wasn't sure I wouldn't be."

Was that a good thing to say? She wasn't sure.

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Flick rubbed his face and then slid his fingers back through his hair.

"Jesus fuck," he mumbled, letting some of the tension in his neck and shoulders bleed away. He hadn't stepped inside her room yet. "Are you all right?"

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"I'm okay," Isabelle said, at the exact moment that she decided she wouldn't be talking about the new scar on one of her legs until she absolutely had to. "Sebastian is dead. So are a lot of other people." Maybe that needed context. "We went to war."

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"You went to -- " Flick breathed out and rubbed a hand over his face. "I thought you were dead."

He'd been spending a lot of time with that thought over the past few days.

"Are things improving?"

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Isabelle frowned at him. Blinked a few times, too, though that was for a separate reason.

"Look –– can you come in? Please?"

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He'd honestly just been too stunned, too overwhelmed to realize he wasn't in her room. Once she said that, he took a few steps inside and shut the door.

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Isabelle got herself moving, too. Right to him and pulling him into an embrace, not unlike the one he'd pulled her into back at the Institute, when she'd been about to leave.

"I'm so sorry, Jon."

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"You don't have to apologize," he murmured, shaking his head and sliding his arms around her. "You did nothing wrong. Nothing. I'm just -- "

He blew out a breath.

"Just shocked. I was freaking out."

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"I had to get it out there," she replied, but she wasn't talking about her apology from just now. Maybe that would become clear in a moment. "I know you didn't want me to say it. But we were going to Edom, and there was a very real chance none of us were going to make it, and I just didn't want to think I might die without saying goodbye to you."

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"Shh shh shh," Flick said, stepping back and putting his hands on her cheek, rubbing his thumbs against her skin and then back through her hair. "I get it. I get it."

He took a shaky breath. "My baby, my Isabelle, I just wanted you to come back," he told her, nodding. "And you did. You scared the fuck out of me but I can get over that."

He leaned closer and kissed her forehead and pressed his cheek against her cheek. "Goddammit, I'm so glad you're here."

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And now the cheek he was pressing his against was wet. Sorry about that. She sniffed and tried to keep everything else at bay because she didn't want to cry again.

"We lost Simon," she told him quietly.

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"Lost him?" Flick asked, voice quiet. "He's dead?"

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"Almost." She tried burying her face against the curve of his neck. "He –- he gave up his memories. For us. To get us out of hell. Otherwise we would have been trapped there forever, so he gave up all his memories of us and the Shadow World in exchange for the demon sending us home."

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Flick sighed and wrapped her up tightly, holding her and swaying them both gently.

"Then, you build new memories," he told her quietly. "He's young, you have time. Start anew. I know it's daunting but he saved you. Now, you guys save him."

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"But that would be breaking the Law," Isabelle murmured, a little sadly.

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"Isabelle," he sighed, shaking his head. "He's not an exception to your Law? Look at what he did for you guys. He gave up everything and now he's going to be shut out?"

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"I don't know, Jon," she said. "I don't know. We've been erased. Maybe he's better off."

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"I don't believe that," Flick told her, shaking his head. "And I doubt you do either. If you guys can't be around him anymore, then I'll do it."

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"Jon, I don't want to talk about him right now!"

She was surprised by how anxiously that came out. She even pulled back a little to see him. Her eyes were shiny with tears.

"I just... can't."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick almost said that she'd actually brought him up but held back. He nodded.

"All right, fine," he murmured. "I'm sorry. We don't have to talk about him."

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She had. But now she was calling for an abrupt ending to the subject, and she was glad he was going with it.

"Sorry," she said anyway. "It was –– it's hard. He saved my life."

In hell.

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm sorry it's hard," he told her, closing his eyes. "I wish I could have been there to help."

To do something.

"I owe him."