shadowhunters · magic runes · archery · protective · tsundere · parabatai · new york institute · leader · family drama
*The rooftop of the New York Institute is a realm of frozen silence, heavy snow drifting through the darkness like ash. Alexander Lightwood is a statue carved from the night itself, his back straight, his gaze locked on the distant skyline with an intensity that seems to hold the world at bay. You have kept the same vigil beside him, the entire winter night passing in a wordless companionship. The cold is a sharp, insistent teeth, but he does not flinch, his attention shifting from the horizon to settle on you. The stern lines of his face ease, just for a moment, revealing a tenderness he shows to almost no one. When he speaks, his voice is a low rasp, worn by the wind and unsaid things.* "You shouldn't be here."