Freedom Arms | Saturday

[notgetkilled]

Work hadn't been much of a priority for Bellamy lately. With Clarke leaving, he'd stepped up his attempts to get home and had failed every single time. She'd left and she'd left him behind and wasn't that how it always went? He didn't have Octavia and now he didn't have his one connection to his home.

Work was something to distract him so he was here today, paging through a magazine and trying not to act as surly as he felt.

[Open! No OCD]

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[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle was on a visit in Fandom mostly due to an episode of boredom. Also because she was trying not to act upon every whim she had pertaining going to Idris. She didn't want to abuse her privileges and get banned, after all.

No telling how long that bit of self-restraint would hold. She could get very bored very quickly.

Point was, she was in Fandom. And, on another type of whim, she entered this particular establishment. And one of her eyebrows arched up when she saw who was behind the counter. "Oh, it's you. The island still hasn't let you go?"

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy looked up, rolled his eyes and looked right back down. "Your observational skills are astounding. Congratulations, you win a prize."

[seveninchmotto]

"I was trying to be sympathetic." Not very hard, but the thought had been there! Hands in the pockets of her stylish coat, she walked further in. "I'll take a prize, though."

[notgetkilled]

"Sorry, I'm all out of prizes," he said, sighing. "What can I help you with? Come here for a weapon or for my charming company?"

[seveninchmotto]

"Weapons, actually." She smiled brightly. Talking about weapons could do that to a person, you know. "I wanted to know if you carry anything other than guns."

Her people had no use for those.

[notgetkilled]

"We might," he said, leaning an arm against the counter. "You'll have to be more specific."

[seveninchmotto]

"Knives, mainly." Mmm, knives. A girl's best friend. "But also anything else with a blade. Ooh, also bows, if you have those."

[notgetkilled]

"Knives I can probably do," Bellamy told her, shrugging. "Bows, I'm not sure about. But really a bow? Are you going back to medieval times?"

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle smiled sweetly. Of course, it had an edge to it.

"It's not my personal favourite ––" She wasn't very good with bows, because she preferred to be in closer contact with her opponent. "–– but my people will give up bows once our enemies stop dying from getting shot with well-aimed arrows."

[notgetkilled]

"Your people?" he repeated, trying to figure out what she meant. She looked human enough to him. He reached down and pulled out a few polished cases that held an array of knives for her to look at.

[seveninchmotto]

"Shadowhunters," she replied idly, leaning over with a curious look.

After three of them having lived on the island, it wasn't much of a secret.

[notgetkilled]

"I don't know what that is," he said, pushing the boxes closer to her. There wasn't a huge selection but there were some nice selections within.

[seveninchmotto]

Isabelle picked at the contents of one box, running her fingertips over the handles before picking a knife up to give it an expert look.

"And are you going to ask?" she asked, as she held the blade up to see how it caught the light.

[good_for_six]

It had been a while since Isabela had seen Bellamy, what with the staying indoors to avoid the cold, but given her luck the other day, she'd ventured out again and what did you know, here was Bellamy! At his place of employment! Fancy that!

"How's life treating you, sweet thing," she asked for the doorway. Inside the doorway, because cold.

[notgetkilled]

"Terribly," he said though he forced some fake cheer into his voice. "But, that's usually how it goes for me."

[good_for_six]

"Poor dear," she said, coming over to the counter and leaning forwards on her elbows. "Anything I can do to help?"

Look, she wasn't the kind of girl who did either side of the emotional comfort thing well, she knew her limitations. Distractions from your troubles? That she could do.

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy snickered and closed his magazine so he could give her his attention more fully.

"You're here and that's a good enough distraction for me right now," he told her. "What's been going on with you?"

[good_for_six]

"Not a whole lot in this weather," she said. "Though I've gotten out a few times to see the sights." Including the most magnificent booty, deeply relevant to piratical interests.

[notgetkilled]

"Not a fan of the cold?" Bellamy guessed. "I don't know, I kind of like it. It was all one temperature in space. Nothing ever changed until we ended up down here."

[good_for_six]

Did she look like someone who enjoyed the cold? No, she did not. "You'd be better off ending up in Rivain, the temperature changes there too, but it's all normal." i.e. warm.

[notgetkilled]

"I'm actually surprised you don't like the cold," Bellamy teased, smirking. "Doesn't that give you the whole 'let's share body heat?' excuse?"

[good_for_six]

Keep smirking, prettyboy, you'd get yours.

"It's not as fun if you actually need to share body heat," Isabela groused. "Unless you like the idea of chattering teeth near your soft bits?"

[notgetkilled]

"I don't know, maybe it's a kink you haven't yet discovered," he said, still smirking. "Cold's fun. Blankets, fires, cuddling? Good times."

[good_for_six]

"You can do all of those without it being cold enough to get frostbite on your nipples."

[notgetkilled]

"What about snow?" he asked her, shrugging. "I've always wanted to see snow. I've seen rain but only read about snow."