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Room 301, Tuesday Afternoon

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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The ruby went around her neck, safely back in its rightful place. She covered it with her hand.

"I wouldn't have trusted it with anyone else."

He smiled just slightly, just a bit, and very briefly before covering her hand with his.

"I'm staying here for awhile," he told her quietly but firmly. No argument. "In your room. I'll sleep on the floor if you need space sometimes and I'll leave if you need to be alone but I'm staying here."

"There's more room on the bed than there is on my floor." That was agreement. He could stay. He should stay. She needed to breathe him in for a while – the real thing, not just the memory of him on a hoodie. "I want you to stay."

"I meant more than just today," he told her just in case she hadn't gotten that. "I mean for several days at least. So you can sleep in peace. So you don't have to come back to an empty room for awhile."

"That's what I meant too."

So he was getting no argument out of her today. She wanted the company. Specifically, his.

"I just wanted to make sure," he told her, reaching up and brushing his fingers across her cheeks before they both moved down to her necklace. "I was so afraid you were gone. So afraid."

He took a breath.

"I didn't know if I was going to have to go to Europe and find the border of Idris and figure out how to get in to bring you back or to beg someone to let me go to your fun -- "

He let that thought trail away. "I love you."

"We burn our dead," Isabelle told him quietly. She wasn't sure if ahe'd ever told him before. "The ashes go to the Bone City. My -- we have a family crypt there. Generations of Lightwoods."

All turned to ash and bone.

"Ave atque vale," she murmured. "It's what we say at funerals."

So... Yes, they'd both thought of that.

"I would've begged just about anyone to let me go if that'd happened," he told her, sighing and closing his eyes. "Just to say a goodbye of my own. Please don't go dying because I don't know if I'd be able to get to any kind of memorial for you. I doubt I'd be let in."

He took a long, slow breath and released it.

"Alec would take you." Please don't ask her why she thought the scenario of her potential death included her brother surviving. Just don't. "He would know you should be taken there, the Law be damned. But I don't plan on dying."

"Good." He pressed his lips to her forehead. "Please don't."

"I love you." She sighed. Her eyes stayed closed. "I don't want to die. I have you."

"You have me for as long as you want me," he promised her, kissing her forehead again. "For as long as you want."

"For good?" she asked quietly. She knew that was covered by 'as long as you want'. She was asking anyway.

Flick brushed his fingers over her cheeks and down her chin before he nodded. "Absolutely for good. I'm yours for the duration."

"Let's start with this week," Isabelle said, trying to turn her face into the touch. "And work our way up from there."

"Okay," Flick murmured, giving her a light kiss. "Today and onward. Let's do that."

"Good."

Her fingers curled into his shirt. And then she was almost hauling him towards the bed.

"Come on."

Flick went along willingly, saying nothing but staying close. He was fine to be hauled. Perfectly fine with that.

Good, because Isabelle was kind of manhandling him. Even pushed him into falling over onto the bed once they were there.

She was just glad he was here to be touched.

Flick fell back against the bed and situated himself against her pillows, waiting for her to join him.

She could touch him all night.

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She had every intention to. Although there was a good chance a lot of that touching would involve her dozing on top of him.

Because as soon as she was on the bed, she sprawled all over him and rested her head against his chest.

"You should try and sleep," he murmured, sliding his hand under her hair and massaging her neck. "I know you're not sleeping well but you haven't been sleeping with me."

"Is that a come-on?"

She knew it wasn't. It was just a joke. She slid her hand up until her fingertips were resting against his collar bone.

"I'll be sleeping with you eventually."