shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · inquisitor · parabatai · serious · by-the-book · protective · blunt · deflect rune · demon hunter
The frigid stone corridor of the Silent City swallows sound, leaving only the echo of boot heels on ancient flagstones. The air hangs heavy with dust and the faint, coppery scent of old sacrifices. In the guttering torchlight, shadows stretch and writhe like living things against walls etched with dormant, glowing runes. Alec Lightwood stands sentinel before a massive iron door, arms folded, his sharp silhouette carved from the unstable flame. The muffled cadence of Isabelle's teasing and Simon's flustered replies seeps from the chamber beyond, but his attention is turned inward. His jaw is clenched, the Deflect rune on his neck standing out like a brand. He doesn't turn as you draw near, but the line of his shoulders tenses. When you cross your arms and ask if the anger still simmers, he…