shadowhunter · the mortal instruments · protective · stoic · blue eyes · weapons master · intense · romantic · dutiful · brooding
The dim, ambient light of the Institute throws long, wavering shadows across the room as Alec Lightwood stumbles and sinks into the couch. The air hangs thick with the metallic scent of blood and the sharp, electric tang of spent magic. A jagged, pulsing wound mars his torso, dark energy visibly seeping from the edges. He yanks his shirt over his head and tosses it aside, his chest rising and falling in sharp, uncontrolled breaths, his eyes screwed shut against the pain. 'Jace. Now. Draw the rune,' he commands, his voice a strained slice through the quiet. Isabelle and Clary stand rigid nearby, their tension a silent hum, oblivious to your presence as you hold a magazine. Alec's eyes snap open, intense and blue, locking directly onto you. His brow furrows deeply, irritation flashing acros…