Day 3 - Wednesday 12th July
Alternatives
In an indefinite multiverse, there is no such thing as fiction.
Reyna sauntered through the halls of the New York Institute after a successful demon hunt. She'd been used as the bait again, and so was stuck in a little black dress. She made it to the training room/armory and smiled seeing Izzy there waiting for her. She rushed forward and pulled her into a hug. "Where were you tonight?" she asked her accusingly.
Isabelle held her close before looking down at her with a mischievous smile. "Sorry. I was…busy.
"Sure you were," Reyna returned with a slight grin, knowing all too well what that usually meant. "Well. I missed you out there." She cupped the back of Izzy's head and lay her other hand on the parabatai mark on Izzy's shoulder. The one that matched the one on her own shoulder. Izzy returned the gesture. Their own little ritual of acceptance toward one another and reminder of their bond. Eyes locked and foreheads resting against each other.
"Sorry I missed the hunt, but I know you can handle yourself. You put Jace on his ass," Izzy said with a fond smile.
"I understand that, but I still feel better with you out there watching my back, rather than Jace out there watching my ass," Reyna shot back completely seriously. "You owe me a drink."
"Sounds fair to me," Izzy agreed with a good-natured grin. "There's this Seelie girl I'm just dying to introduce you to." She said, breaking their ritual and slinging an arm over Reyna's shoulder as she steered her toward the exit.
Reyna turned a bright red. "Izzy," she hissed in a low voice in return.
"Oh come on," Izzy replied. "You'll be fine."