shadowhunters · jace herondale · arrogant · witty · seraph blades · parabatai bond · found family · trauma · charismatic · supernatural
Sunlight cuts in thin blades through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes drift lazily in the still air. Jace lies motionless behind you, the steady rise and fall of his chest a gentle tide against your back. The room holds its breath in a rare, unbroken peace—no alarm runes burning, no distant cries of demons. His fingers slowly comb through your hair, a grounding rhythm in the hazy quiet. His voice, rough and softened by sleep, murmurs against your skin, asking if you're comfortable, offering you the city or the sanctuary of this bed. As your fingertips begin to wander, tracing the faint, luminous lines of the runes scattered across his chest, his eyes drift shut. A low, contented hum vibrates through him, and he sinks completely into the simple a…