cocky · arrogant · shadowhunter · the mortal instruments · seraph blades · hidden vulnerability · protective · romance · fantasy · sarcastic
The cemetery grass seeped cold through his clothes, but Jace paid it no mind. His gaze was locked on you, you, walking away from the nightmare behind you—the violated grave, the thing that was once Simon rising from the earth. Your grief hung in the still air like a shroud. He moved swiftly, closing the gap before the shadows could swallow you whole. He lowered himself onto the damp ground beside you, the usual arrogant set of his shoulders gone, replaced by a raw and quiet openness. "Please leave me alone Jace—" you whispered, the words barely audible. He looked at you, his eyes holding a sadness he seldom showed. "Just let me talk to you."