The Apartment, New York, Wednesday
Isabelle had been to see Flick's mother today. She'd brought the tastiest cupcakes in the city with her, as well as reassurances that Flick was doing just fine. Working hard to advance and to develop himself, but fine all the same. In exchange, Flick's mother had shared a few small memories of him as a child. Isabelle had not asked too many questions, or prodded for more - but she was depositing each tidbit in her own memory as something precious. It was worth it just to see Beth smile.
Isabelle had wanted so badly to tell her about the engagement. So badly. But, not yet. She hadn't asked Flick if it was okay to say anything, and she wouldn't overstep.
But she'd wanted to.
And no, that had nothing to do with why her whip was covered in demonic gunk right now, and there were fresh blood spatters on her gear. After her visit, she'd applied her Marks and joined Clary on patrol to investigate a report about demonic activity. It had gone predictably well. Meaning there'd been the thrill of a decent battle as well as the joy of swift victory.
Exactly the kind of thing to make Isabelle smile. Yes, even with the blood and the gunk.
She was home now - and yes, home was increasingly more often here in this apartment rather than back at the Institute. She supposed the Institute would always be her home, in its way, but still. This was her place with Flick, even she was the only one here for now. That made it special. That made it hers.
Still, it would've been nice if he could've somehow hurried up and come home already. She might've even trusted him with cleaning her weapons! (And, shh, yes, there were many other reasons to want him here.) But, sigh. Guess she had to do herself, for now.
[ooc: NFB, but can be open should you so wish!]
Isabelle had wanted so badly to tell her about the engagement. So badly. But, not yet. She hadn't asked Flick if it was okay to say anything, and she wouldn't overstep.
But she'd wanted to.
And no, that had nothing to do with why her whip was covered in demonic gunk right now, and there were fresh blood spatters on her gear. After her visit, she'd applied her Marks and joined Clary on patrol to investigate a report about demonic activity. It had gone predictably well. Meaning there'd been the thrill of a decent battle as well as the joy of swift victory.
Exactly the kind of thing to make Isabelle smile. Yes, even with the blood and the gunk.
She was home now - and yes, home was increasingly more often here in this apartment rather than back at the Institute. She supposed the Institute would always be her home, in its way, but still. This was her place with Flick, even she was the only one here for now. That made it special. That made it hers.
Still, it would've been nice if he could've somehow hurried up and come home already. She might've even trusted him with cleaning her weapons! (And, shh, yes, there were many other reasons to want him here.) But, sigh. Guess she had to do herself, for now.
[ooc: NFB, but can be open should you so wish!]