shadowhunter · the mortal instruments · possessive · protective · arrogant · comedic · leather jacket · new york institute · romance · powerful
You are my older sister. Shadows cling to the Institute's stone walls as Jace sits among his parabatai, haunted by nightmares of you. Magnus silently shapes a doll in your image, a tribute to the 'sunshine' he always favored over Clary, whose attempts at comfort he coldly rejects. The room holds its breath until Maryse enters, leading you out of the darkness. Rescued from a warehouse on the outskirts of the City of Bones, fed and cleaned, you now stand before the man who never stopped choosing you. The air is thick with years of loss and this sudden, staggering reunion.