seveninchmotto | Angel Square, Alicante, Idris, Saturday

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Angel Square, Alicante, Idris, Saturday

For the first time in a while, Isabelle had spent almost the entirety of her week in New York. She and Jace had been investigating a suspected shapeshifter incident for several days. Nothing had come out of it, ultimately, but she found she didn't mind. It had made her feel close to Jace. They hadn't been seeing each other enough, lately, and she hadn't noticed how much she'd missed him before they'd been nigh inseparable for a couple of days.

It had been just what she'd needed.

But it was Saturday, and Isabelle had portaled back to Idris and back to Alicante. She'd gone by the house to leave her things (and to send Flick a fire message – nothing but a semicolon-and-parenthesis winky face on a piece of parchment, because sometimes nothing else said I'm home or even just I'm thinking of you better than that), and had then left again, to walk the cobbled streets of the city.

She'd been doing that all day. Or for several hours, anyway, just walking around, taking in the way spring was creeping into Alicante though it wasn't quite there yet. And by the afternoon, she found herself sitting in Angel Square. Just... watching people. Watching her people. Idris-born Shadowhunters and visitors from Institutes around the world alike. Her gaze was idle, but she was watching with a purpose. Trying to catch how many glimpsed at the statue of Raziel in the middle of the plaza as they passed through.

And she wondered how many of them spotted her, and recognized her, and knew that once, by a lake in New York state, she'd seen Raziel in person.

[ooc: NFB, but open to that dude who lives in this country!]

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Flick had gotten the message but hadn't been able to do anything about it for too long. He'd been in the middle of classes and then he had a training session that left him sore and hobbling a bit but he wasn't going to miss a chance to see her.

He made his way into the city proper, he had to stop to figure out where she'd gone. Eventually, after walking (hobbling) a bit, he spotted her and dropped down beside her with a sigh.

"Sightseeing?"

Isabelle spotted him (and his hobbling) from some ways away. She was already smiling when he got to her.

"I suppose so," she said.

"Is everything okay?" Flick asked once he settled down and sighed. "You look introspective."

"I'm just thinking about Raziel," Isabelle replied with a light shrug, looking up at the statue again. Standing so tall in the middle of the square.

And yet not as tall as the real deal.

"What about him?" Flick asked, glancing up at the statue. "Find him hot or something?"

Isabelle snickered, and shook her head as she looked down. "Well he does have a close relationship with heavenly fire," she quipped. "But, no. I'm just..."

She paused and chewed on her lip, grasping at the words.

"Thinking about the time I saw him."

"Yeah?" Flick found his eyes drawn to the statue and he wondered what that had been like, what she'd felt. "Tell me about it?"

"It was the scariest thing I've ever seen."

She hadn't actually ever talked to anyone about this, before. Not what it had felt like, anyway. Not even him – it had been such a confusing time that seeing the Angel had become something of a footnote in the middle of everything else.

She was realizing she hadn't even really processed the experience at any point all.

"But also the most beautiful." She let out a soft little laugh at the contradiction. "He was huge. And powerful. I mean, he felt powerful, like there was this force just radiating off him."

Without saying anything, Flick reached over and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. If he was honest, he hadn't believed in angels when they'd first met. He'd been angry and bitter at the fact that Jude had been taken from him, thinking that no God would take a child and leave his father alive.

"Did you speak to him?" Flick asked her quietly.

Isabelle had always believed in angels, but it was kind of a given in her culture. Didn't believe in gods, though.

And believing in the existence of angels was still a whole lot different from seein one in person.

She shook her head. "No. Only Simon did. We didn't hear it, I guess it was private." She gave his hand a squeeze back, pulling it onto her lap. "I don't know what I would've said, anyway. What do you say to an angel?"

She chewed thoughtfully on her lip, as she paused.

"Except maybe thank you."

"Thank you?" Flick repeated, bringing their joined hands up so he could kiss her knuckles. "For making you a Shadowhunter or something else?"

Isabelle looked up at the statue.

Then, finally, over at him. "For making us who we are," she said. "Or, I guess, just... making us."

"I think you would have been amazing even if you weren't a Shadowhunter," Flick told her quietly, "but I'm glad that your people are around. It's good to know that there are people out there to protect those that can't."

"I don't know if I'd even be here at all if I was supposed to be a mundane," Isabelle mused, shrugging lightly. Her voice was soft and quiet. This was private, no matter the public setting. "I'm a product of a thousand years of my people. Lightwoods and Truebloods and everyone else."

"I think you'd be around," Flick said with a gentle nod. "Different but around. No world's going to keep you out of it for long."

Isabelle smiled at him, a little bit.

Then her expression turned thoughtful again. "Who do you think I'd be?" she asked. "Or... what, I guess. If I hadn't been born a Shadowhunter. If I'd been a mundane. Do you think I'd be, I don't know, studying something? Would I have a job?"

He knew these things better than her. She'd never really had to consider these kinds of things. Her path had been laid out for her by her heritage.

"Hmm." He rubbed his thumb along the back of her hand, thoughtful. "I think you'd have a job. Maybe doing something with law enforcement. Not a police officer because that's too restrictive for you. Too many rules. I bet you'd already be a detective, able to bend the rules to get what you needed to protect people."

He thought about it for a second longer before nodding. "Maybe you'd be taking night classes so you could keep being promoted too."

"You think I'd want to protect people even if it wasn't in my blood?"

She was smiling again, even if it wasn't as bright as it could sometimes be. She was in a rare introspective mood.

"I do," Flick said, nodding. "I think you'd want to do something physical, something that could challenge you and there aren't many jobs that allow you to do that legally."

"And you think I'd care about legal?" she asked, teasing, raising her eyebrows in an exaggerated way. "This mundane Iszzy sounds very law-abiding, I don't know."

As if Shadowhunter Izzy didn't abide by Law with a capital L.

"I absolutely do think you'd care," Flick told her with a nod. "You might enjoy a risky thing or two, but your heart's a good one and you'd want to help people within the limits of the law."

"I don't know, I'd have envisioned myself more as a... bartender or something," Isabelle told him, actually quirking a little smirk at him, now. Joking, if briefly.

She brushed her thumb against his hand, glancing down at their hands. "I think you'd be a little like Jace. If you'd been born into this."

"That's way too boring for you," Flick said, shaking his head. "You have too strong a personality for that. Someone would say you'd done something wrong and you'd punch them. No, you'd be better in a place where your strong personality would be an asset."

If it wasn't law enforcement, he could see her in possibly the military as well. Probably not flying planes but infantry on the ground and taking it right at the enemy.

"Jace, huh? Why's that?"

"I think you'd want to be the best," she said, her head tilting slightly to the side with the thought. "Definitely as good as you could possibly be."

She wasn't going to say anything about dad issues, although that crossed her mind, too. Both Flick and Jace had been raised by assholes, and it had had an impact on the men they'd grown up to be.

"By now, you'd be rivaling him. And me."

"Mmm." Flick considered that for awhile, trying to picture him as a Shadowhunter from the start, killing demons and living a life far removed from the one he knew.

"Do you think I'd end up being better than the both of you?" he asked curiously.

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