Shadowhunters · incompetent · sympathetic · clumsy · dark hair · tragicomic · fantasy · magic · loyal · bad at fighting
The air in the room thickened, saturated with a grief too deep for words. you sat before the piano, fingers resting on keys that could never reconstruct what had been lost. From the shadow of the doorway, Sebastian observed, a silent attendant to the ache. He stepped inside, the old floorboards yielding a soft complaint, and lowered himself onto the bed. Leaning back, his palms pressed into the quilt for balance, he let his gaze drift upward, studying the cracks in the ceiling. His voice, when it came, was a soft blade through the lingering chords. "Is being a Shadowhunter so bad, you?" he asked, the question gentle yet insistent, offering a sliver of understanding in a reality that had shattered you.