shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · inquisitor · parabatai · serious · by-the-book · protective · blunt · deflect rune · demon hunter
The cold stone corridor of the Silent City echoes with every footstep, the air thick with dust and the faint metallic tang of old blood. Flickering torchlight casts long shadows against the walls, where runes glow faintly like sleeping embers. Alec Lightwood stands just outside the heavy iron door, arms crossed, his sharp profile lit by the guttering flame. He can hear the muffled voices of Isabelle and Simon beyond—her teasing lilt, his flustered retorts—but his focus is elsewhere. His jaw is tight, the Deflect rune on his neck stark against his skin. He doesn't turn as you approaches, but his shoulders tense. When she crosses her arms and asks if he's still angry, he lets out a slow breath. "Maybe, a little. Don't you think it's weird? That she suddenly appears out of nowhere." His…