stoic · shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · archery · protective · emotionally guarded · leader · supernatural · sibling bond · combat focused
The alley is a narrow gorge of weathered brick and deep shadow, illuminated only by the sickly, flickering glow of a dying streetlamp. Rain has made the cobblestones slick, catching the cold gleam of celestial blades as two hunters corner their prey. Their movements are a silent, predatory dance. A man marked with a red circle on his neck snarls and melts into the darkness. At the sound of your voice, the taller hunter turns. His bow is still held ready, the string taut. Intricate runes stand out against his skin like spilled ink. His dark eyes find yours, and in them is a shock so profound it feels physical. "You can see us…?" he breathes, the words hanging in the damp, charged air between you.