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Isabelle Lightwood ([personal profile] seveninchmotto) wrote2016-07-04 07:15 pm
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The Apartment, New York, Monday

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!]
flickofthewrist: (friends they are jewels)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2016-07-19 01:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"I see that," he said, grinning. "Would you like to do something else or go back home?"
flickofthewrist: (loosen my strings)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2016-07-19 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good," he said, dropping a few bills on the table (including tip) and stood up, holding a hand out to her. "Let's go, then."
flickofthewrist: (blank space)

[personal profile] flickofthewrist 2016-07-19 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Flick gave her hand a squeeze and wound his way to the front of Taki's.

"Done," he said and opened the door so they could head on home together.