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]

"Yes, but I'm not the one who said there'd be anything sexual involving a piece of clothing or a weapon," she retorted. "So that doesn't work. Nice try though, baby."

[flickofthewrist]

"There'd better never be anything sexual involving a weapon," Flick said, shaking his head. "I love you but no sharp edges in bed."

[seveninchmotto]

"Aww," Isabelle replied, pretending to be sad at this oh so terrible state of things. "I thought you liked it when I pulled knives on you."

Yeah, he'd never liked that, not even when they'd been sparring before they dated.

[flickofthewrist]

"I have never liked that," Flick said as they spilled out onto the street. He glanced around. "Your turn to lead. I don't know how to find Taki's."

[seveninchmotto]

"Well, you used to like sparring with me," she replied, taking the lead now, along with his hand. "There were knives sometimes."

[flickofthewrist]

"I still do like sparring with you," he said, giving her hand a squeeze. "Just no knives. Those were always a little frightening."

[seveninchmotto]

"Because I always wo-on with them," Isabelle sing-songed at him, with a radiant smile. Then shrugged a shoulder. "Or because it was cheating and dangerous."

[flickofthewrist]

"The latter, the latter," Flick said, swinging their hands. "Cheating and dangerous and you could have stabbed me and you are lucky I love you."

[seveninchmotto]

"I don't think you loved me when I almost stabbed you."

They were such a normal couple.

[flickofthewrist]

"Well, would you immediately fall in love with someone who tried to stab you, hmm?" Flick asked. "Is that a turn on?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle gave him what she hoped was an enigmatic smile.

"Could be."

[flickofthewrist]

"Damn, guess I should have stabbed you instead of being an ass to you," Flick lamented. "I could have saved so much time!"

[seveninchmotto]

"You did what worked for you," she replied, shrugging and throwing him another smile. "Still got me in the end, even without an attempted stabbing. Isn't that what mattered? Besides, I don't think you were an ass to me to attract me."

[flickofthewrist]

"No, I was an ass to you because you were an ass," Flick drawled, smirking. "And you deserved it."

[seveninchmotto]

"Me? I was an angel."

Not really, but it was fun to claim that. She was batting her eyelashes at him and everything, while she swung their hands.

"I was perfectly fine, I don't know what gave you the idea that I was an ass, of all things."

[flickofthewrist]

"You have angel blood but that does not make you angelic," Flick said with a quick shake of his head. "You were -- are -- a menace in high heels."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle smirked. "So, I'm exactly the same as I always was." She had no problem with that. It was great to be a menace, in high heels or otherwise. "You're different, though."

[flickofthewrist]

"Am not," he argued for the sake of arguing. "I'm the same as I've always been."

[seveninchmotto]

"You used to be unhappy," she retorted easily. "You used to be unhappy, and self-destructive, and angry."

[flickofthewrist]

"And?" Flick squeezed her hand and glanced over. "You saying I'm not now?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Yes." She nodded. "You've gone soft."

[flickofthewrist]

"I have not!" Flick protested. "Take it back or you will never see the soft or hard sides of me again."

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle laughed. That was how very seriously she was taking his claim.

She shook her head as she led him round a corner onto the street Taki's was on. "But I love all sides of you! And you are definitely softer than you were when we met, Jon. A lot softer."

[flickofthewrist]

"Well, there's not as much shit to worry about now," Flick said, thinking back to the school and his brother and just everything. "Less people want to kill me."

[seveninchmotto]

"And I don't necessarily think you're going to die young anymore."

Sometimes she thought back to the time she hadn't been sure he'd make it to graduation.