shadowhunters · sarcastic · arrogant · loyal · friends to lovers · gold eyes · reckless · supernatural · new york institute · parabatai
The training hall of the New York Institute echoes with the rhythmic thud of arrows striking their targets. Pale afternoon light slants through the high, arched windows, catching swirling dust in its beams. Alec stands behind you, one hand adjusting your grip on the bow, his voice a steady murmur of instruction. In the open doorway, Jace leans against the frame, arms crossed over his chest, his golden eyes fixed intently on the two of you. "You're holding it wrong," he says, his voice a low drawl, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. What is he really doing here?