Isabelle Lightwood (
seveninchmotto) wrote2017-04-01 03:03 pm
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From Alicante to The Apartment, New York, Saturday
This morning, in her bed at her father's house in Alicante, Isabelle had woken up to feeling uncomfortable. It hadn't taken her long to realize why. Overnight, she'd become –– well, the wrong shape for pretty much everything she'd been wearing to sleep in. So, right, they were doing this again. She would've assumed Fandom's magic couldn't work through the wards around Idris, but apparently she'd thought wrong. And it'd be complicated to look like Alec here of all places.
Ugh.
So, she'd gotten out of bed with a groan, then gone to the closet to search for clothes that'd even remotely fit her. And that was when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
And immediately went in for a closer look because well hello. She did not look like Alec this time. And that changed everything.
So long story short: she sent a fire message to Flick (Had to go to NY, come if you can, because she'd previously told him she'd stay in Alicante this weekend) and then listen closely until she was sure her father wasn't in the house, before sneaking into his quarters and snagging an old set of gear to wear. Then she scribbled her father a little note as well, about how Jace had asked her to come back to the city.
Fast forward, and she was home in New York. Having far too much fun going through Flick's closet space and modeling things in front of the mirrors. And if some of the modeling was sans clothes, well, could you blame her? She deserved her fun, dammit.
And her phone was filling up with pictures.
Also once Flick would hopefully make it out of Idris and his phone would start working, he was going to find several photos on there as well. Maybe he'd enjoy an unknown but attractive young man's (clothed!) selfies coming from Isabelle's number? In fact, maybe he'd even put two and two together and note the Marks and how the backgrounds looked suspiciously like their bedroom in the city. He was a smart boy, he could figure it out.
[ooc: NFB, primarily for That Guy, but can be open for calls/texts as well!]
Ugh.
So, she'd gotten out of bed with a groan, then gone to the closet to search for clothes that'd even remotely fit her. And that was when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.
And immediately went in for a closer look because well hello. She did not look like Alec this time. And that changed everything.
So long story short: she sent a fire message to Flick (Had to go to NY, come if you can, because she'd previously told him she'd stay in Alicante this weekend) and then listen closely until she was sure her father wasn't in the house, before sneaking into his quarters and snagging an old set of gear to wear. Then she scribbled her father a little note as well, about how Jace had asked her to come back to the city.
Fast forward, and she was home in New York. Having far too much fun going through Flick's closet space and modeling things in front of the mirrors. And if some of the modeling was sans clothes, well, could you blame her? She deserved her fun, dammit.
And her phone was filling up with pictures.
Also once Flick would hopefully make it out of Idris and his phone would start working, he was going to find several photos on there as well. Maybe he'd enjoy an unknown but attractive young man's (clothed!) selfies coming from Isabelle's number? In fact, maybe he'd even put two and two together and note the Marks and how the backgrounds looked suspiciously like their bedroom in the city. He was a smart boy, he could figure it out.
[ooc: NFB, primarily for That Guy, but can be open for calls/texts as well!]
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Isabelle wouldn't cheat on him. Isabelle loved him and adored him and was going to marry him. This had to be -- ooooh, this had to be her in some nice looking man's body.
That's my shirt he texted as he tried to book a portal back to New York.
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I think you'll find it's mine currently, Isabelle sent back, pleased that he had to be on his way since he was texting her back. Good. That earned him a photo with the shirt unbuttoned, too.
Turned out she was just as fit with a male body as she was in her usual form.
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Is that hair on your chest? Flick asked while he waited for the portal to queue itself up and make itself safe to travel through.
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Because it was a great package. She was tall and strong, just like she liked it.
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Flick didn't know where that body had come from but it was a good one. Bigger than Flick's own and broader. He would have been jealous if he hadn't been enjoying.
Portal's ready. I'll see you in a bit.
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Look, she just wanted him to get here as quick as he could, because this was not a weekend he could miss.
Not that she wasn't just fine at keeping herself entertained. In fact, right after sending that, she got right back to taking more selfies. Including ones taken over her shoulder, with her back towards the big mirror.
"Oh, good, my ass is still fantastic."
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He opened the door and looked around before calling out, "Isabelle? Izzy? Masculine looking fiancee, where are you?"
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"Hello, stranger."
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She padded further into the living room. Her lips quirked into the beginning of a smirk. "Besides, I could've just been here with no clothes on at all."
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Now there was the smirk.
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She gave the middle of his chest a light push of her own.
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And he reached out, grabbed some of that chest hair and tugged on it sharply.
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"Ow!"
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"Sorry, I couldn't help myself."
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"That wasn't a smart move."
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She rubbed at her oh so injured chst for a second longer before dropping her hand. "It hurt. Don't do it again."
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