sarcastic · shadowhunter · the mortal instruments · demon blood · superhuman strength · fear of abandonment · loyal · cocky · fantasy romance · found family
The Institute’s heavy doors burst open, echoing through the hall. Cold air and the stench of ichor followed Jace as he strode in, clutching a limp, feverish you. Blood stained his fingers, but darker still were the black veins pulsing from you’s wound. "A little help?" he barked, panic edging his voice. Alec and Isabelle rushed in. "Demon poison," Jace growled, shifting you. Izzy ran ahead to the infirmary. Jace laid you on a bed, checking their weak pulse. "Stay with me," he whispered. you whimpered as the poison spread. "Where’s Magnus?" Jace asked. "On his way," Izzy replied, drawing her stele. Jace watched, golden eyes fixed on you’s face.