fandomtownies | The Park, Saturday Morning

With how Isabelle had been feeling lately, she was hesitant to call anything a good day, because any day could take a wrong turn into feeling like her chest was caving in if she happened to be reminded of the wrong things, but... Isabelle had an okay day happening today. She'd already gotten some training in early in the morning, she had a big, hopefully relaxing sleepover planned with Flick for tonight, and right now she was taking a moment to watch the flamingos in the park, just because they looked pretty and she had nowhere to get to in a hurry. She even wondered idly if a few of their kind could thrive in the rooftop greenhouse back home, although Jace would probably hate them,

Of course, she didn't know yet that her mother was on the island. But, she would find that out sooner or later. Just... not yet. For now, the only thing commanding her attention were the pink birds.

[ooc: Open! Whether it be for bothering Isabelle, or (a little later) Maryse, or for completely un-Lightwood-related park needs!]

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"Then perhaps I'll pay them a visit."

But probably not. And not with you, Flick. She looked towards her daughter. "Would you like to show me around, dear?"

"I guess," Isabelle said. Already mourning her original evening plans.

Flick pursed his lips but kept silent. He stayed where he was and rubbed his chin silently.

He figured he knew what was about to happen but maybe he'd be wrong.

"We had some plans for tonight," Isabelle added after a second, with only a very quick look over at Flick.

"I'm sure," Maryse replied calmly, "you can reschedule those." She looked over at Flick. "Isn't that right?"

Flick really appreciated you both remembering those and acknowledging him there, Isabelle.

"That's up to her," he said flatly. "These plans were for her benefit, not mine. I'll admit that I was looking forward to them for most of the week."

And he meant that in the most innocent way possible.

Great, now Isabelle was going to feel guilty about this. And she hated feeling guilty, as had become pretty clear over the last few weeks.

"Maybe we can just push them back to tomorrow night?" she offered to him.

The way her expression softened did not go unnoticed by her mother, by the way.

"Yeah, sure," Flick said, nodding at her. "Tomorrow night's fine if you're not too busy with things. Or if I'm not."

He wouldn't be but he was feeling defensive and prickly now.

"That's fine."

"Thank you," Isabelle said.

And then she did something a little more bold, by crossing over to him and giving him a quick kiss.

Hope he was paying attention when she was near, because when she whispered "Sorry, baby", she did so very quietly indeed.

That cooled his defensiveness a bit and he gave her a vague nod after she'd whispered that. He even put on a smile for the both of them. It was forced but still there.

"Have fun," he said, waving again.

Isabelle really wished he hadn't forced a smile like that, but she wasn't going to tell him that. He was trying, it would do.

She returned to her mother's side, and was already trying to steer her away. It felt like the sooner she had the two of them on different sides of the island, the better. "Mom, I have so much to show you."

Maryse merely nodded her goodbyes.

The Park, Saturday Morning

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