doesnotkneel | Room 512, Thursday Afternoon

Edward had barely cobbled together what had happened last week. The vast array of strange messages he had received yesterday had distracted him from that pursuit, however, and now it had largely fled his mind. Strange men came to Fandom, and did strange things, and that was apparently the way of the island.

So far, that made it a decent trade, at least for him.

Come Thursday afternoon, all concerns forgotten, he was back to his usual: sitting on his bed, practicing his reading while he chewed idly on a piece of bread he'd absconded with from the common room. His grasp of the letters was nearly so that he thought he could get a job on the island, which would greatly improve his fortunes. At the moment, though, it was all reading about naval battles and ships.

Not boats. Ships.

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seveninchmotto

Isabelle knew she should probably have done this sooner. But she also knew she'd had a lot to try and heal from, herself, lately. And that she was generally no good at making amends to begin with. She hadn't had a lot of practice.

But here she was, showing up in a doorway with something in a brown paper bag with her.

"Hello."

From:

doesnotkneel

It had been long enough now that Edward's expression didn't immediately darken when she arrived. Instead, he looked up, a question in his eyes. "Hello," he echoed.

From:

seveninchmotto

"I brought something." She gestured to the paper bag with her free hand. Gifts tended to go over well with him, right? Right. "Can I come in?"

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doesnotkneel

Bribes weren't usually turned down, no.

Edward thought about it for all of half a second. "All right," he said. "However, you'll have to seize your own seat."

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seveninchmotto

"We'll see if I stay long enough to sit," Isabelle replied as she took a few steps into the room, the high heels on her shoes clicking against the floor as she did.

"Here," she said, as she presented him with the bag. It had something much firmer and heavier inside than he might have expected. It was a bottle, though oddly shaped. Of very good rum, to be exact.

(She'd given one of lesser value to some squirrels in the hopes that they might not report alcohol at the dorms.)

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doesnotkneel

Edward was clever enough not to pull the bottle out of the bag immediately. That would wait until he was absolutely certain there were no squirrels around. "Thank you," he said, as his fingers made out the shape of the bottle. "So I imagine you want to talk about somethin'."

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seveninchmotto

Isabelle wrinkled her nose. "Want is too strong a word," she objected. "I'd prefer these things to just resolve themselves. That's what I want. But I know that's not how it works."

She was self-centered, not a complete idiot.

(Most of the time.)

"But yes. I screwed up and I want to make it right."

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doesnotkneel

"You're a bit late if you want to mop up the sick," Edward volunteered.

Mostly because he wasn't sure how she could, in an I-don't-even-know-either sort of way, not an I'll-never-forgive-you one.

From:

seveninchmotto

Isabelle wrinkled her nose at him some more. It was very expressive.

"I went to hell," she said. "Literally. Maybe that will make up for any missed sick-mopping duties?"

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doesnotkneel

Edward frowned, cradling the bottle a bit closer.

"You'll want to explain that one in greater detail," he ventured.

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seveninchmotto

This was her least favorite story, for the record. She found a new way of scrunching up her face before gingerly taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

"You remember Sebastian, right?" she asked, though she didn't actually wait for any kind of an answer. "Guy that killed my little brother? Guy who was killed. He came back." As these types sometimes did. "And he got himself an army of poisoned Shadowhunters, and he sought to strike us all down. There was a war. And me and some others ended up traveling to a hell dimension where he was hiding."

Because these things always somehow fell on a group of teenagers.

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doesnotkneel

Edward blinked.

"...All right," he settled on.

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seveninchmotto

"And now Sebastian's dead and so are his Endarkened," Isabelle added, simplifying things quite a bit because really, the details did nothing for anyone. "As well as many of our own. And we lost a friend of ours when one of the princes of hell demanded all his memories of us as payment for getting us back home."

She paused for a beat.

"Oh, and my parents are getting divorced." Something she had not even begun to process yet, fun fact. "None of this excuses my crappy behavior, of course."

We're pirates, Kidd, we take as we please and become who we like

Room 512, Thursday Afternoon

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