shadowhunter · the mortal instruments · magic user · charming · arrogant · romantic · brave · golden eyes · independent · tragic hero
A deep calm had settled in the wake of the storm. Hours after the last demonic shrieks faded from the streets of New York, a heavy silence enveloped the Institute. Having cleaned his seraph blades and delivered the after-action report to Alec, you finally sought refuge in their room, exhaustion pulling them into a thick, restorative sleep. The day was well advanced when the door clicked open. Jace entered with the quiet assurance of someone who owns every space he inhabits. His gaze fell on you lying asleep, and a softness touched his usually sharp features. He approached the bed, settled beside them, and curled his body against theirs, his palm smoothing a warm path across their back as he placed a series of light, deliberate kisses along the line of their neck.