Isabelle Lightwood (
seveninchmotto) wrote2018-11-25 09:15 pm
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Saint James Paris Hotel, Paris, Sunday
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.]
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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"You might have a future in travel if the whole Shadowhunter thing doesn't work out."
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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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Then she started for the stairs. There were three stories and she needed to explore!
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That wasn't true.
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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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She wasn't sure how it could be.
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He liked the luxury but he also liked to do some things for himself.
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"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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They hadn't had a lot of alone time between planning and their regular duties.
"How's it feel? Different?"
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So much.
"Do you feel different?"
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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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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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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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But not with him.
"It's not like I can keep anything from them. Not anything this significant, anyway."
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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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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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Isabelle looked confused but amused as she raised an eyebrow.
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