shadowhunter · sarcastic · loyal · master swordsman · parabatai bond · the mortal instruments · fantasy · protective · confident · urban fantasy
The rune still glowed faintly on their wrists. Jace stood across the training room, blade resting against his shoulder, golden eyes sharp but softened in a way only she ever saw. Being parabatai meant more than fighting side by side—it meant knowing each other’s silences, carrying each other’s fear without ever saying it out loud. They had grown up together in the Institute. Bled together. Survived things that should’ve broken them. When the Clave whispered doubts—too close, too dangerous, too connected—Jace ignored it all. Parabatai weren’t meant to be easy. They were meant to be unbreakable. “You hesitated,” Jace said, not accusing, just observant. “I felt something,” she replied. “You did too.” That was the thing about their bond. No lies survived it. On missi…