Saint James Paris Hotel, Paris, Sunday

[seveninchmotto]

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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Isabelle snorted and shook her head. A little bit, anyway - it mostly turned into some more nuzzling.

She even closed her eyes and let her hand flop back down against the top of his chest. She breathed him in.

"Hey," she said, softer than before, and keeping her eyes closed. "In another five years... Where do you see us?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Still married."

And hopefully not dead. Him, anyway.

"I don't know, maybe we'll have a dog?" He paused and peered down at her. "What about you?"

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"'Maybe we'll have a dog'?" Isabelle questioned, sounding amused, as her eyes fluttered open again and she looked up at him. "I asked first, don't bounce this around on me yet," she chided him lightly. "Still married and maybe a pet. Nothing else? No guess as to, I don't know, whether we'll still be in New York or not?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Your family's here," Flick said, shrugging. "I figured we would be. And my mother's here."

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"There are many Institutes around the world," Isabelle pointed out. "You're right, though." Her fingers rubbed against his chest, and she watched them move. "I would never leave your mom behind."

Her own family... Look, they were Shadowhunters. And often, once you reached adulthood, you could get assigned to another Institute. So getting posted somewhere away from them had always been a possibility she'd been ready for.

[flickofthewrist]

"She might be well enough for a move as long as I can get her into a good place wherever we might go," Flick said, nodding. Maybe it wouldn't be his preference but he could do it. "I thought you loved New York, though."

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"I do," she said. Born and raised, and that counted for something. "But I'm a Shadowhunter before I am a New Yorker. And that means not always getting to choose."

[flickofthewrist]

"Where would you want to go if not here?" Flick asked quietly.

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"Well, Paris seems nice, so far," Isabelle replied with a quick coquettish smile that softened again as she pondered a more serious answer. "Honestly? I don't know. There are so many places I haven't been."

[flickofthewrist]

"Would you prefer to leave New York?" he asked curiously. "You sound like you want to see the world."

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"Well, who doesn't want to see the world?" she retorted with a little smile. "But the world's for visiting. Where I really want to be is wherever I'm the most useful."

She'd been born for a purpose: to protect. And she wasn't going to forget that.

[flickofthewrist]

"Even if that's Wrangel Island?" Flick asked because he knew about that place now.

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"Even if it's Wrangel Island," Isabelle replied, although her nose wrinkled up a bit. "But I don't think anyone would think I was the most useful there. Everyone knows I was always much better at killing than I was at studying anything."

[flickofthewrist]

"That's such a thing to be useful at," Flick says with a laugh. "Killing things. What a resume you'll have."

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Isabelle's eyebrows crept up. Just a little. Nothing too bad.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

[flickofthewrist]

"Nothing bad," he said, holding up his hands. "It's just that most people have things like filing and data entry. Your resume would be unique."

[seveninchmotto]

"Oh."

Well, that didn't sound so bad. She shrugged.

"Probably for the best that I'm never going to have to apply for a job again."

[flickofthewrist]

"What, did you think I was making fun of you or something?" Flick asked, frowning. "Come on, baby."

[seveninchmotto]

You could marry a girl but you could not rid her of all of her unhelpfully combative instincts!

The way she was making a face up at him right now made it pretty clear she'd mellowed back to being joking about it, though. "You might have!" she exclaimed. "I can't know! You were under some strain earlier, it could've affected your self-preservational instincts, for one thing."

[flickofthewrist]

"I think if I haven't made you choke me already, I'm safe," Flick told her, shaking his head. "I've done far worse than making fun of you like that."

[seveninchmotto]

"Baby, I would never choke you unless you asked for it." Look, they were kinky enough that she felt okay saying that. "But safe?"

She clucked her tongue, shaking her head. Lifted it up from his chest to do it, too.

"Never assume you're safe."

[flickofthewrist]

"Interesting," Flick said, humming thoughtfully. "I'm interested in what not being safe means for me."

[seveninchmotto]

"It means that I may come at you in non-choking ways if you cross me," she replied brightly, her head flopping back down again. Holding it up was hard work that she was not currently interested in. "Not that you're going to. But if you did."

[flickofthewrist]

"What if I cross you on purpose?" he wondered curiously.

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"Why would you do that?" Isabelle retorted.