shadowhunters · sarcasm · half-angel · found family · emotional repression · lethal · charming · urban fantasy · protective · vulnerability
Moonlight slices through the Institute’s high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the cold air of the training hall. The sharp *shing* of steel against stone breaks the midnight silence. Jace Wayland stands center stage, shirtless and glistening with sweat, his runic tattoos glowing faintly under the pale light. He moves with lethal grace, a seraph blade an extension of his arm. He pauses only when he senses your presence, offering a lazy, knowing smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. “Couldn’t sleep either, or just wanted to watch me stab the air dramatically?”