[If Thor thought his eypatch was the only thing that made him stand out, that put him somewhere lower on the intelligence scale than Izzy would have pegged him. Not that she was particularly interested in his intellect at present. There was something about a powerful man who was so at home with himself that made her a little weak and a little bit on fire, and Izzy had only begun to turn up the charm when she knew she had his attention.
She wasn't sure why Magnus had invited her, maybe there was some unspoken rule that a Lightwood needed to be present, but when she'd arrived he'd merely complimented her outfit, perhaps a little profusely, handed her a drink and instructed her to mingle. As if she needed to be told. But either Magnus had taken up matchmaking as a hobby or he needed the incredibly distractingly tall drink of water out of his way, and either way, Isabelle was deeply grateful.
She turns to the man (she's 100% sure he's not human, but also 100% sure he's male) with a coy grin, leaning against the railing and making absolutely no attempt to mask that her gaze is all for him.]
If I didn't know better I'd say he wanted you all to himself.
[She holds out her hand with a flourish, palm down, wrist bent gracefully.]
It wouldn't be the first time, but I have preferred women these last few centuries.
[ Thor pushed off the railing as he gave her hand, and the woman attached the attention they deserved and bowed to kiss the back of her hand. His beard tickled the skin as he smiled against it and he kept a hold as fingers massaged her palm and wrist and he took a step closer once he'd straightened up.
He could be a bumbling fool when he met a pretty lady, but he also knew when to turn on the charm and lately he had been feeling a lot more at home in his skin after taking his father's place as king.
It might not be a position he still considered his own, but he had a purpose. He needed to get his people to safety and to make them feel like they still had a home.
But he also needed something of his own. His gaze dropped to her full lips, intent on them before he blinked and remembered some of his manners. ]
Thor, and it is absolutely my pleasure to meet you, Isabelle.
[Her smile only grows as Thor dismisses the warlock's fictional attentions, and somehow manages to warm her from the inside out with nothing more than a kiss to her hand. Oh, she absolutely has to keep him.
When he gives his name it strikes a different chord. She's not so naive as to think that angels and demons and God were all there were to the world, but there's something about the way he says it... there's power there. He steps closer and she curves a little more, shoulders back as she looks up at him-- and up, and up.]
Thor. [She says it slowly enough it sounds like she's tasting it, and her free hand slides up his other arm. She had to get a hand on that bicep, there was an irresistible magnetic pull.]
What brings you to New York? [She's usually not one for small talk for too long, but she's far too curious about him to skip the preliminaries...]
[ Thor frowned just a little as he watched with a little bemusement while she seemed to test out his name. Like maybe she was checking if it was true, or if he was now who she thought he was. He didn't mind. It was refreshing given the reactions he normally got out on the street, or even among those he considered peers.
Inevitably people assumed they knew who he was just from his name, or appearance. Both hands were on the balustrade behind her now. Her hand on his bicep felt like an invitation and he was not above trapping his prey early on.
He leaned down a little further, eyes gazing at her perfectly painted lips for a long moment before he parted with his story. ] I've been here a few times, it's familiar ground. I needed to see a mutual friend of the magic world. I do quite like it here. The views are particularly stunning.
[ Perhaps if he hadn't said it with such sincerity it would have been too easy to laugh at the corniness of it. ]
[It hasn't sunk in yet that he's that Thor. The eyepatch and hair are definitely distracting, as is his proximity in general. She was in New York during the Incident as the mundane media liked to call it, and even assisted as much as she was able, so the Avengers and their allies were not unknown to her. But as Shadowhunters were a very secret society they weren't about to make their presence known to the media or anyone the media particularly enjoyed stalking.
All she really cares about right now is the delicious man boxing her in without making her feel trapped. She spares just a moment to wonder if she could successfully throw him off the balcony if it came to it. Or if she could literally climb him. The thought has entirely too much appeal.
She doesn't pretend to misunderstand the compliment and her smile is genuine. The squeeze to his bicep is entirely reflex.]
I agree the scenery has improved significantly. Are you here for long?
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I am fucking screeching
She wasn't sure why Magnus had invited her, maybe there was some unspoken rule that a Lightwood needed to be present, but when she'd arrived he'd merely complimented her outfit, perhaps a little profusely, handed her a drink and instructed her to mingle. As if she needed to be told. But either Magnus had taken up matchmaking as a hobby or he needed the incredibly distractingly tall drink of water out of his way, and either way, Isabelle was deeply grateful.
She turns to the man (she's 100% sure he's not human, but also 100% sure he's male) with a coy grin, leaning against the railing and making absolutely no attempt to mask that her gaze is all for him.]
If I didn't know better I'd say he wanted you all to himself.
[She holds out her hand with a flourish, palm down, wrist bent gracefully.]
I'm Isabelle.
returns to roll around in the sexy feels ha ha
[ Thor pushed off the railing as he gave her hand, and the woman attached the attention they deserved and bowed to kiss the back of her hand. His beard tickled the skin as he smiled against it and he kept a hold as fingers massaged her palm and wrist and he took a step closer once he'd straightened up.
He could be a bumbling fool when he met a pretty lady, but he also knew when to turn on the charm and lately he had been feeling a lot more at home in his skin after taking his father's place as king.
It might not be a position he still considered his own, but he had a purpose. He needed to get his people to safety and to make them feel like they still had a home.
But he also needed something of his own. His gaze dropped to her full lips, intent on them before he blinked and remembered some of his manners. ]
Thor, and it is absolutely my pleasure to meet you, Isabelle.
/three years late with starbucks
When he gives his name it strikes a different chord. She's not so naive as to think that angels and demons and God were all there were to the world, but there's something about the way he says it... there's power there. He steps closer and she curves a little more, shoulders back as she looks up at him-- and up, and up.]
Thor. [She says it slowly enough it sounds like she's tasting it, and her free hand slides up his other arm. She had to get a hand on that bicep, there was an irresistible magnetic pull.]
What brings you to New York? [She's usually not one for small talk for too long, but she's far too curious about him to skip the preliminaries...]
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Inevitably people assumed they knew who he was just from his name, or appearance. Both hands were on the balustrade behind her now. Her hand on his bicep felt like an invitation and he was not above trapping his prey early on.
He leaned down a little further, eyes gazing at her perfectly painted lips for a long moment before he parted with his story. ] I've been here a few times, it's familiar ground. I needed to see a mutual friend of the magic world. I do quite like it here. The views are particularly stunning.
[ Perhaps if he hadn't said it with such sincerity it would have been too easy to laugh at the corniness of it. ]
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All she really cares about right now is the delicious man boxing her in without making her feel trapped. She spares just a moment to wonder if she could successfully throw him off the balcony if it came to it. Or if she could literally climb him. The thought has entirely too much appeal.
She doesn't pretend to misunderstand the compliment and her smile is genuine. The squeeze to his bicep is entirely reflex.]
I agree the scenery has improved significantly. Are you here for long?