isabelle lightwood is a heart breaker (oftheangels) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2012-11-30 19:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, isabelle lightwood, simon lewis |
WHO: Isabelle Lightwood and Simon Lewis
WHERE: Isabelle's room, apartment 210
WHEN: November 30th, night time
WHAT: Isabelle's been having sleep issues, she invites Simon over
RATING: Probably nothing past PG/PG-13
Isabelle Lightwood was not weak. She could face down any demon, walk right into any certain death trap. Deal with any bonehead boy who just wanted to get to know her better. But she was tired. It was a combination of everything that had happened at home, her fathers affair, Max dying, everything with Jace, the lengths they had gone to in order to help him. Now ontop of all of that, they were in this reality, where Izzy was pretty much being benched as a useless teenager, and she wasn't dealing with it well. Somehow, for what ever reason, she was worse without Simon. Something about him had hooked her, and now she needed him. It was a foreign concept to Izzy, who certainly had never needed a boy before. Wanted? Sure. Had fun with? All kinds. But she'd never needed any of them, never felt any loss when it ended. Whatever it was almost Simon, it terrified her and calmed her down all at once. Even if he had no idea. It wasn't that late for her, but really, she had nothing else to do. The lack of sleep and anything to do was making her sleepy anyway, which couldn't be a good thing. She trained in the gym, or found sparring partners when she could, but it wasn't enough. She'd opted for a bath, one of those long ones where she took up the bathroom for ages and didn't regret it. She'd promptly taken over the Master Bedroom on her arrival. That was hers, and if anyone knew Izzy, it wouldn't take her long to have that closet space full and make this place her own in no time. She had dressed herself in a black sleep t-shirt that hung down at her thighs, her face scrubbed clean of make up, the runes and marks on her arms and legs so clearly visible and on display, it was about as natural as anyone would ever see her. When Izzy finally heard someone at the door, most likely Simon, her strides took her quickly down the hallway to the door. Izzy pulled open the door, leaning against it casually. It was weird to be able to have him in what would be 'her' room, since he would never be able to get to her room at the Institute. "Hey." she said softly, refusing to letting her relief of his presence show in any way. "Come in." |