fandomhighdorms | The Pool, Friday Evening

Isabelle wasn't a big swimmer. It wasn't that she didn't know how or anything (because she did), but just that there it wasn't a very important skill for most Shadowhunters to have, and there wasn't a pool at the Institute. Also, covering up her Marks and scars with glamours to go to a public swimming pool was far too much of a hassle.

And one she hadn't bothered with here. It was Friday evening, and she figured most people had better things to do than go for a swim. She could've thought of a few, but somehow swimming had still won out. Maybe she was saving her ideas for the weekend. Or something else like that. (Or maybe she just liked the calm stillness of it all. Maybe she wanted that right now.) Fact of the matter was that she was here, in a deep red swimsuit that left most of the dark runes and the light scars on her skin exposed. Not that anyone was going to get to look at them for very long.

She dove in and got started on swimming laps, her hair alternating between floating in the water behind her and clinging to her shoulders.

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"Yes, yes you should have," she agreed, nodding. With a grin. "That kind of lack of anticipating things can get you killed, you know."

"I think it's more a case of me giving away my trust too easily." Which was very true in most cases when it came to Isaac. "I'm just too sweet and innocent."

"You're in a pool in your underwear, and your cherubic curls are looking a little flat," Isabelle retorted. "I think at least some of that innocence is fake."

"You just had to bring my hair into it, didn't you?" he asked. "That's crossing a line."

"Oh, I had to." Just like she had to reach out and touch it. "It lessens the cherubic image right now. And this is coming from someone derived from angels."

Isaac was more than used to having his hair touched so he let it happen with no fuss. It was the price you paid for having curly hair like that. "You're lacking some wings."

It was a good thing to be used to around Isabelle's touchiness. She tried wrapping some of his wet hair around her finger, even though it maybe wasn't quite long enough for that.

"Yes, but full of boosted blood. It gets me as high as I need to go."

"Fair enough," he said with a nod. "I guess my blood's boosted too, even if I wasn't born that way."

"Something like that," Isabelle agreed. "Although where I'm from we consider it a disease."

Because they were nice like that.

"I was told it was a gift," he said. "It did make my life a little better, but I feel like I'm a rare case."

"I'm sure some werewolves say that back home too. Vampires, too." She let her fingertips trail down over his temple and his cheek before she pulled her hand away. "Personally I think your gifts were given earlier than that, but that's just me."

Isaac smiled slightly before huffing out a laugh. "And to think younger you got all mad at me when I called you adorable. It's so true thou

"I take more pride in being adorable now." For some reason that needed to be exmplified by tilting her head and wrapping a wet strand of hair around her fingers. "And obviously I'm a little less ready to dismiss you solely based on your condition."

"That's much appreciated," he said. "Being dismissed would have hurt my feelings."

"And only those, if you were lucky."

She pushed away from the edge of the pool-

"So it's for the best if I stay on your good side?" Like he didn't already know that.

Yeah, smart people tended to pick up on that fast.

"I was seven, and I hit you with a sword. Imagine what I'd do with one now that I'm seventeen."

"Hit me with a non-wooden sword?" The wooden one had been really cute.

"A really sharp one." She took a few leisurely strokes. "The runes wouldn't be drawn on with a marker, either."

Okay, it had been a really cute sword.

The Pool, Friday Evening

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