| video 01 | un: izzy

[sororis]

[The feed begins and immediately reveals a brightly grinning Isabelle. Some of the bedroom can be seen behind her, there appear to be scattered clothes, open suitcases, the typical "just moved in" scenario. Or maybe more like someone who brought the whole store home and still couldn't find the right outfit. She settled for black jeans and biker jacket over a red sweater.]

Hey, Cadelle, someone failed to tell me it was blizzard season here and I did not pack appropriately. Where's a girl going to find a fashion-forward parka in this place? And who wants to go shopping?

[The feed cuts with a wink and a grin and she's clearly in motion.]



[open to action tags as well as network tags! izzy's heading out shopping whether she gets any bites or not, she needs a parka, so feel free to catch her en route or wherever, if you'd prefer ♥]

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[coyandcryptic]

[Of course jewel tones and brocades and sparkle, he's only going to show her the best of the best, and if anyone would have an appreciation for such things, it would be Isabelle.]

Since November, just in time for all the holiday festivities. [He sweeps up to a mannequin and assesses it, then turns to the racks and pages through impatiently until he finds that jacket, then pulls it out and holds it up to Isabelle.] Clary and her roommate had a holiday party, which I decorated. And then I fixed the gingerbread monstrosity they were calling a drink.

[He shudders at the memory, then holds the jacket up to himself for her opinion. It's too boxy for Isabelle, but what does she think for him?]

[sororis]

[Magnus almost blends in here, she thinks for only as long as it takes the man in question to swish around a mannequin and she has to grin to herself. Magnus will never blend in, he can only enhance, or be enhanced by, his surroundings. It's an effortless affectation she hopes to emulate someday. As it stands, she'll settle for standing out.]

Perfect timing. [Izzy agrees, on his behalf. Party season.] ...who drinks gingerbread? [She definitely looks appropriately horrified.

She's just barely cocked her head to the side to assess the jacket he's held up when he pulls it back and holds it up to himself and she nods approvingly.] Much better. [She's then distracted by a ruby red blazer with matching (faux) fur lapels and collar and she beelines for it, shedding her current jacket and sliding the blazer on almost in the same motion, before spinning in place and putting her hands on her hips.]

Obviously not with this sweater, but I think I like it. [She all but dives into a nearby rack full of shimmery sweaters to find a better one.] How do you like it here? [She asks him after another moment, her pointed eye contact revealing the question isn't exactly casual, though perhaps it's more because she trusts his judgment on mysterious places claiming to grant wishes more than anything else.]

[coyandcryptic]

No one drank gingerbread until I rescued it. [Magnus has already been through this store, although there's always the possibility of finding something new, but it's much more fun to seat himself in the plush chair at the side of the rack and watch Isabelle work.

It's just good to see her. It's so rare he gets a chance to see her when it isn't on business.] You can pull it off. Is there something black and glittery in there?

[He asks the question because it gives him a minute to think about his answer.] I think I like it here. I wasn't certain at first, and it still feels strange that I've gone this long without something wandering along to end the world, and it seems too good to be true, which... [An eloquent shrug, they've both had dealings with Seelies and know what a too-good-to-be-true offer looks like.]

[sororis]

[Isabelle still looks unconvinced that a gingerbread drink could be rescued. Some things are difficult to separate texture from flavor, even if it's all in your head. But she digs through the rack at the suggestion of black and glittery, raising an eyebrow in Magnus's general direction, but grinning nonetheless. She holds up a drapey, liquid kind of shimmery camisole. That might do and she holds it up for Magnus's approval even as she listens.]

I'm sure someone will turn up to cause trouble. [She shrugs, matter-of-fact about it.]

I don't care what they say, a place like this has to be a magnet for trouble, or there's no balance.

[Not that she wishes any trouble on Cadelle, not that she wakes each morning still expecting missions and demons and enemies, not that she trains even harder than she ever has, some mornings, just because it feels wrong not to. Of course not. But nothing good lasts forever, in her experience, and it's better to expect it than be surprised when it happens.]

Bored already?

[She tosses him a glittery scarf, gold with mirror-like sequins, purely for show and absolutely gaudy, just because it happened to be in her hand.]