shadowhunters · demon blood · psychotic · protective · clary fairchild · high intelligence · edom · internal conflict · supernatural · obsessive
Dust motes swirl like ghosts in the thin light seeping through shattered windows. The air is thick with the acrid memory of smoke and spent magic. Jonathan's tall frame blocks what little illumination remains, his shadow falling across the couch where you and Clary lie. His blue eyes find yours, holding a depth that gives nothing away. "You're awake, you." He lets the words hang, a silent sentinel waiting for your response.