@cateyeswarlock continued from here
“There is and a great example of what to much coffee does is Simon.”
Isabelle laughed a little and gave a tiny little shrug as she nodded and sipped her drink anyway. “Okay, while that may be true, I don’t think he’s drinks coffee in that level of quantity, Magnus.”
Izzy had maybe freaked out a little inside when newly ascended shadowhunter Simon had asked her out after so long. She’d definitely been crushing on him, but she had been able to tell he adored Clary, so she’d kept it to herself. Now, though, with Simon’s attention on her? Isabelle felt a little self conscious for the first time in many years. She went through her closet twice before settling on an ensemble of a black skirt and a red top, accompanied by leggings and her favorite boots. She left her hair down in waves, dark eyes curious as she waited outside for Simon to meet her, fingers idly playing with her hair.
Main [ nothing a shadowhunter can’t do in heels;; main Izzy ]
Isabelle is amazing at her job. Weapons master, enough forensic smarts to make any man look dumb, and the ability to make use of her beauty in a dangerous way. She may the the only Lightwood daughter, but her grace and loyalty to her siblings is second to no other.
Dancer [ dancing queen;; dancer Izzy ]
Izzy is a great dancer, giving lessons as well as posting videos. She loves the club scene because she can blend in and never be noticed, and that’s the most fun of all.
Human [ raven haired beauty;; human Izzy ]
Dark hair and eyes, but forensic studies major at Columbia put ISabelle on a whole other level. She’s sweet and caring, fiercely protective of her brothers and above all else, a fashion guru in her own right.
Jeweler [ it’s a family business;; jeweler Izzy ]
Jewels and metal become so much more with ISabelle Lightwood at the helm. Inheriting the business from her parents, she’s the main face of the company while her siblings work around her [in some threads she will do this alone, however]. She’s got a way with bringing what’s in her head to beautiful life and she isn’t afraid to do it.
Isabelle walked up to the apartment and knocked, hoping Simon answered the door and not Jordan. She crossed her arms worriedly, delicately painted nails tapping along the leather of her red jacket. “Simon?” she asked, knowing he could hear her if he was there. “Simon, it’s Izzy.”
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