The Apartment, New York, Monday

[seveninchmotto]

At her core, Isabelle didn't much identify as American. If anything, she was a New Yorker, but a nationality? She didn't really have one. She was a Shadowhunter, first and foremost. And they had their own holidays and traditions. They didn't tend to get too tangled up in the traditions of wherever they were stationed. No matter if they lived there their entire lives – they were always set apart, somehow. It was a Shadow World thing.

But still, Isabelle was looking forward to some fireworks tonight, later. Something special and pretty. It might not have been her holiday, but she could still enjoy certain parts of it. Besides, it seemed like a good reward for the hard work she'd gotten through today by cleaning the apartment!

Which was to say, cleaning two closets in the bedroom, which she was finishing up now. She could do more cleaning tomorrow. If nothing more interesting popped up, and if she remembered.

[ooc: NFB but open!]

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[flickofthewrist]

Flick hadn't told her he'd be stopping in for a day or so. He'd surprised her before but it was still a priceless thing to be able to do when he got the chance.

So, he'd finished his classes at the Academy, packed a bag and huffed it home, making it in time for the celebrations later. He took the stairs two at a time and was now quietly unlocking the door and slipping in.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle didn't hear him.

She was a bit too distracted putting a couple more dresses back in the closet, dancing for a few steps to a song she was humming. His surprise was intact.

[flickofthewrist]

Now, Flick only hoped she was home. He looked around the living room and then moved towards the bedroom since he could hear her now.

He peeked around the bedroom door, waiting till she eventually felt someone watching her and turned around.

[seveninchmotto]

It didn't take too long. Just about as long as it took for her to put the last dress back. Something was prodding at the back of her mind even before she turned just enough to see something from the corner of her eye.

She whirled around, and while she didn't actually pull the metal chopsticks out of her hair – where they were keeping it in the most charming little updo – you could rest assured she was about a heartbeat away from it. (They were knives, of course. Everything about her was a weapon.)

But then her face lit up.

[flickofthewrist]

"Were you about to attack me?" Flick asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the frame of the door.

[seveninchmotto]

"If you'd been someone else." She'd only tackled him that one time! (And then that other time when she'd been someone else.) Also, did it count as an attack if she bounced over to embrace him in a pretty high-energy fashion? Because she did. "You didn't tell me you were coming over!"

[flickofthewrist]

"That would have ruined the surprise," Flick pointed out, draping his arms around her waist and giving her a squeeze. "Besides, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it or not."

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Isabelle wrapped her arms around his neck. "But you did," she said, because that was her number one priority in this situation.

That, and giving him a kiss hello. "Missed you."

[flickofthewrist]

"I did indeed," he murmured, returning her kiss and smiling against her lips. "I missed you too. Have I missed anything?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shook her head slowly. It doubled as a gesture to rub the tip of her nose against his. She was struck with the need for phsyical contact, no matter how silly.

"Nothing major," she said. "Nothing of any significance."

[flickofthewrist]

"Mmmm." He smiled softly at her. "That mean you've been bored since I've been gone?"

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"Sometimes." Which led to things like cleaning closets. "But I've kept busy, too. I've visited your mom, and helped mine at the Institute. That kind of thing."

[flickofthewrist]

"And how are the respective mothers?" he asked, giving her another quick kiss.

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"Mine's busy," she murmured. "There's a lot of general Clave business going on, some to do with the Academy, some just general." She helped out with the general. It was more specific to New York, a lot of the time. "Yours is doing well."

[flickofthewrist]

"And one hasn't met the other yet, hmm?" he joked, trying and failing to imagine something like that happening. "I'm glad she's doing well. No bumps in the road or anything?"

[seveninchmotto]

"None that I could see, no," she replied, shaking her head again. "She wonders how you're doing. I tell her you're doing spectacularly and that we should both be proud."

[flickofthewrist]

"I might try and go see her before I have to leave tomorrow," he hummed, giving her one more kiss before he moved to slide away. "Do you have plans for today?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle made a playful sort of whiney noise at him pulling away, but let him go. "Not very elaborate ones. Just seeing the fireworks."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick nodded. "That's the real reason I came home. And you, of course, but mostly the fireworks."

He was teasing and his eyebrow waggle hopefully proved that.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle rolled her eyes at his teasing. But in a good-natured way. He was here to be eye-rolled at, she wasn't about to lose sight of that.

"Please, we both know I produce enough metaphorical fireworks to keep you more than interested all on my own."

[flickofthewrist]

"That's true but you don't change colors," he said and kissed her nose. "Do you want to get some food before the fireworks?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Sure." Well, she was always up for food. "In or out?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Depends on what you're feeling up to," Flick told her, shrugging. "You wanna go out, we can go out."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snorted and tapped him on the tip of his nose. "I asked first."

[flickofthewrist]

"I don't care if you asked me first," Flick said, tapping her nose right back. "I don't have any preferences. I just didn't want to be in Idris."