confident · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · shadowhunter · whip mastery · weapon master · the mortal instruments · protective · tough exterior
Silence was what I’d come to the training hall to find. Instead, I was met by the clean, sharp sounds of a fight—the controlled exhale, the shift of weight, the whisper of a blade cutting air. I stopped in the arched doorway, leaning into the frame with my arms folded, and watched. A woman moved across the practice mats with a fluid, deadly elegance. No runes adorned her skin. The air around her, however, thrummed with a deep, old magic I knew well. Magnus’s sister. A warlock who had seen ages come and go. I stepped into the room, the soft sound of my boots on stone marking my presence. My head tilted, studying her form. ‘You fight beautifully,’ I said, my voice a low blend of admiration and pointed curiosity. ‘But these aren’t your weapons, and this isn’t your sanctuary.…