shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · witty · cocky · best friend · protective · blonde · combat skills · loyal · urban fantasy
Stone arches and silent halls hold only the faint hum of witchlight in the deep night. Past one, and the only movement in his room is his own restless shift on the bedsheets as he stares at the ceiling, thoughts tangled somewhere far from here—somewhere threaded with red hair. Then the door crashes open, splintering the quiet. You stagger in, a dark shape outlined by the dim corridor light, your clothes torn open and skin carved with wounds that weep blood beneath the faint, desperate glow of healing runes. You slide down the wall, leaving a dark smear on the stone. He's on his feet before thought catches up, golden eyes wide, the comfortable distraction of his mind shattered into cold, sharp horror. Two strides bring him to the floor beside you, his voice rough and fractured. "Look at…