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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[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle didn't bother suppressing a shiver. Or her smile, even if he couldn't see it from where he was.

"I'm needed here," she murmured. "But you won't be at the Academy forever, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

"And what are you needed here for?" Flick asked. "What kinds of things are so important that you can't come stay with me, hmm?"

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"All kinds of things," she teased, now glancing back at him over her shoulder. "Important things. Like making sure Jace doesn't annoy Clary into leaving him."

[flickofthewrist]

"So, Jace's relationship is more important than me?" he asked, frowning very hard at her. "That sucks."

[seveninchmotto]

"That was just one thing!" she protested, laughing. "I also need to make sure Alec doesn't relapse back into wearing the rattiest sweaters he can possibly find."

[flickofthewrist]

"So, Jace's relationship and Alec's clothing is more important than me?" Flick asked, shaking his head sadly. "Why am I even here?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe you should remind me?"

[flickofthewrist]

"I showed up here to surprise you," Flick pointed out with a laugh. "I came here and I'm gonna take you to dinner and that's not a reminder enough?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Technically I think I'm taking you to dinner," Isabelle retorted.

Because she could.

[flickofthewrist]

"I'm still not reminding you of why I'm better than Jace's relationship and Alec's clothing," Flick told her. "You should know that already."

[seveninchmotto]

Finally, Isabelle turned around to face him again. And shrugged, also again. "But maybe I've forgotten."

[flickofthewrist]

"Maybe?" Flick asked, crossing his arms and watching her. "Or is this just a ploy to get compliments?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle snickered and stepped closer to him. Her hands ended up on his shoulders.

"Oh, it's definitely a ploy to get compliments."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick tutted her and shook his head. "Haven't I given you enough of those in my lifetime, dearest?"

[seveninchmotto]

She cocked an eyebrow at him. "If that's what you think, we're going to have a problem, sweetheart," she replied. "If you think you're done with complimenting me while you're intending to spend the rest of your life with me, we might as well not get married at all."

[flickofthewrist]

"Is that what I have to do in order to marry you?" Flick asked, tapping his chin and smirking. "That might be a deal breaker, baby."

[seveninchmotto]

"Then we're not getting married," Isabelle replied.

Oh so seriously. Really.

[flickofthewrist]

"I'll just find another pretty Shadowhunter to marry instead," Flick said, reaching over and rubbing his thumbs against her shoulders.

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"You won't find one as pretty as me," she said, shaking her head slowly. "Well, Jace comes pretty close. But he's taken, so."

[flickofthewrist]

"I bet I could woo him," he said, pulling her closer and giving her shoulder a kiss. "I'm very charming."

[seveninchmotto]

"He's hard to charm." Honestly, Isabelle hadn't been sure it'd ever happen before Clary showed up. Not even with that mundie girl he'd hung out with at school. "You should stick to me."

[flickofthewrist]

"Should I?" Flick asked, humming low in his throat. "But you're going to make me compliment you all the time and that's so hard."

No, it wasn't.

[seveninchmotto]

"It's not," she murmured, watching him. Her hands slid lower, ending up on his hips. "I believe in you, Jon. You're intelligent and braver than anyone I know. Compliments are a piece of cake for you."

[flickofthewrist]

Flick leaned closer, lips just brushing hers and then he grinned. "Maybe later I'll compliment you. Maybe later."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle's tongue flicked out and licked his bottom lip.

"Why later? You and your compliments both have been away for ages, and sorely missed."