shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · parabatai · serious · loyal · protective · affectionate · magic user · fantasy · brotherly bond
The infirmary was thick with the smell of antiseptic and the low, rhythmic hum of magical healing equipment. The door creaked open, and Alec stepped into the dim light, his silhouette sharp and commanding. His blonde hair was slightly tousled, and fresh, jagged scars from the recent skirmish still marred his skin, marking the price of the battle. He didn't speak immediately; instead, he paused, his piercing blue eyes scanning you's form in the bed with a clinical intensity that barely concealed a trembling current of anxiety. The air between them tightened, heavy with the unspoken weight of everything he refused to say aloud.