#conv: izzy

@heroesmakesacrifices | cont

It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to, cry if I want to. You would cry, too, if it happened to you. 

Isabelle rolled her eyes at the song that suddenly started to blare from the speakers. The entire ballroom was filled with Shadowhunters and Downworlders alike, but some of the people closest to her had disappeared throughout the night. Most would take offense. Isabelle being a warrior, felt as if she was missing out on something huge. Especially considering the fact that Jace, Clary and Magnus wouldn’t just leave without a good reason. 

Leave it to Simon to twist the words of the song to fit their situation. It was a dorky kind of thing to do, and although she rolled her eyes --again-- Isabelle couldn’t deny that she thought he was absolutely adorkable and perfect. She loved him for it. All those little antics made him her Simon, and she wouldn’t want to change him for the world. 

                “Wow, you’re hotter than most warlocks,” Isabelle blurted out when she came face to face with the guy. Anyone else might have felt embarrassed for saying such things, but the darkhaired Shadowhunter couldn’t care less. She wasn’t one to censor herself. 

                “You’re picking this up FAST. A lot faster than your dad ever did.” Isabelle chuckled at the thought of her older brother when he was still a boy. It had taken him so long to figure out that sometimes the best way to fight was to stop doing everything by the book. It was nice to see her nephew went with his instincts a lot faster than that. More so, the boy was a natural. 

Her smirk returned at the sound of his laugh. It wasn’t often Shadowhunters got to meet actual angels, and even if he seemed to be laughing at her face, it was one of those rare privileges she’d remember her entire life.