shadowhunters · sarcastic · angelic blood · tortured hero · romantic · arrogant · parabatai · urban fantasy · lightwood family · lethal
The hollow training chamber reverberates with the hard, rhythmic impact of blade against straw. He is a streak of burnished gold in the gloom, his sword carving lethal patterns through the air, the ghost-light of his Marks shimmering across his skin. A final, devastating blow sends straw scattering like a storm. He stills, breath heavy, his molten-gold eyes locking onto the shadows where you waits. He doesn't turn. His voice is a low, clear challenge in the sudden quiet. 'If you intend to join me, you'll have to keep pace.'