Saint James Paris Hotel, Paris, Sunday

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So, Isabelle Lightwood was a married woman. At least according to the customs of the mundane world.

And more importantly -- okay, maybe not more importantly, but pretty importantly all the same, she was a married woman who was yet to have a proper honeymoon. Oh, sure, they'd had those few days in Vegas, but they'd also had Beth around for most of it. And while Isabelle loved Flick's mother from the bottom of her heart, it didn't really make for what her understanding of a real honeymoon was.

And then she'd had to go back to New York and Flick had had to return to the Academy, cutting their married bliss short.

But, now, almost two whole months later, they'd managed to find a few days' worth of time to actually see each other (because there was nothing like starting a marriage with almost two months of not being able to meet at all), and Isabelle had jumped at the chance to just go and whisk Flick away to somewhere far away.

So here they were, in Paris, at an exceedingly fancy hotel, entering not their room but their own private three-story villa because Isabelle didn't do things in half-measures, and also because she'd somehow scored a very good deal, because sometimes she was very, very lucky.

And if her wide-eyed looks around were anything to go by, she at least approved of her choice, herself."Oh it's so pretty."

[ooc: NFB, for the husband, what. And also massively massive SP.]

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[flickofthewrist]

"Wow, you're getting pretty good at this mundane trip planning," Flick said because it was gorgeous, he had to agree. He would have been happy to go anywhere with her but he had to admit that this was romantic and really very fitting for a honeymoon.

"You might have a future in travel if the whole Shadowhunter thing doesn't work out."

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Isabelle turned towards him, beaming but smug, too. As you do. "Well, I know what I like," she said, smirking.

And then she turned again to look at the room they were in because she couldn't not. "But this is honestly even better than it was in the photos."

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"I'm waiting for you to start spinning around and squealing with glee," Flick said, snickering. "Let me know if you're going to do that so I can get my phone out and record it."

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Isabelle scoffed. "Please, baby, have they not taught you at the Academy that you have to stay alert at all times? You don't get warnings."

Then she started for the stairs. There were three stories and she needed to explore!

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"I don't pay attention to any of that," Flick said and eventually started following her at a slower pace. "They're all so boring."

That wasn't true.

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"That's a lie, and I would fight you if you actually thought that," Isabelle informed him. You know, fight him to teach him a lesson or something. Probably.

But she was already too busy ooohing at what she found at the top of the stairs. "By the Angel, this is the private spa." Two massage tables on one side of the room, a hot-tub for two on the other. It was... a lot.

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"Did you threaten someone to get this?" Flick asked, coming up behind her and staring. "This is immaculate.

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"I didn't have to." Yeah, she sounded surprised by that, too. Then she glanced back over her shoulder. "I did tell them we just got married. But I figure that's not exactly a special thing to say for a place like this."

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"Well, whatever you did," Flick said, coming up behind her and giving her cheek a kiss, "well done. This should suit us just fine, I think."

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Isabelle leaned shamelessly back against him and even tried to pull his arms around herself. "Are you sure?" she teased. "You don't think it should be even more luxurious?"

She wasn't sure how it could be.

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"I..don't know if that's possible," he admitted, looping his arms around her and sighing. "Unless you decide to buy a castle and staff it, this is pretty damn luxurious and about as much as I could tolerate."

He liked the luxury but he also liked to do some things for himself.

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"The Institute's the closest I'm ever going to get to a castle, I think," Isabelle told him, one of her hands settling on one of his arms. He was warm against her back, and she couldn't help a soft sigh getting out.

"Anyway, I wouldn't want anywhere with staff right now." She turned her head and gave him a peck on the cheek, then smirked with her lips still brushing against his skin. "Have you realized yet that this is the first moment we've really been alone, just the two of us, since before you put this ring on my finger?"

Beth being in the adjoining room hadn't counted for being truly alone.

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"Wow, you're right," Flick said, realization dawning. He gave her a squeeze and shook his head. "It's been a little hectic since we decided to do this."

They hadn't had a lot of alone time between planning and their regular duties.

"How's it feel? Different?"

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"Not really," she admitted, with a vague little shrug, nuzzling his cheek. "But I've missed you."

So much.

"Do you feel different?"

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Flick thought about for a second and then shrugged. "I feel a little different. I think I feel lighter. I feel like I can breathe a little better."

Because now he knew that if he died during this Ascension, he'd at least have gotten to marry her first.

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Isabelle didn't ask him to elaborate. She knew why.

So instead of asking, she turned around in the circle of his arms and looped her own arms around his neck. "Good," she said. "You know, it felt more meaningful to me, too, than I maybe anticipated."

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"Good." He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Are you going to tell any of your family or no?"

He has no idea if they could keep it to themselves but he's not going to begrudge her the need to tell someone and not keep it a total secret for the next little while.

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"My brothers already know," Isabelle replied with a sigh, her eyes closed. Before him, she hadn't been very partial to forehead kisses, because they'd felt either patronizing or far too sweet.

But not with him.

"It's not like I can keep anything from them. Not anything this significant, anyway."

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"And what did they think?" Flick asked curiously. "They don't want to take me out, do they?"

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"I think Jace has just about gotten all the mundane jokes out of his system," Isabelle quipped. "And Alec knows he has no room to talk."

What with practically being married to a Downworlder, himself.

She tempered her smirk back down into a smile. "They're happy I'm happy. It's about what I expected, really."

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"Good," Flick said, nodding. "Good, that's good. The brothers are a good step."

Her mother had seemingly come around too so they had most of the her family in their corner. That was all Flick needed. He just wanted to make sure she was okay with everything.

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"And I don't think my parents need to know." It wasn't that she didn't want them to, but somehow it didn't feel like it was any of their business. "So, I'm good on the urge to have people in the loop, now."

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"I've told Joi," Flick said though he assumed she'd guessed that. "I can't really keep anything from her anyway and I didn't want to. She said congratulations and gave me a version of the shovel talk to give to you."

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"The shovel talk?"

Isabelle looked confused but amused as she raised an eyebrow.

[flickofthewrist]

"If you hurt me, she'll kill you," Flick says, rolling his eyes. "That kind of thing."