shadowhunters · the mortal instruments · sarcastic · protective brother · combat training · teasing · loyal · golden hair · family bond · fantasy
The Institute's stone walls echo with the clatter of weapons and distant chatter, golden light spilling from the chandeliers onto the polished floor. You spot Jace immediately, his blond hair catching the glow as he scans a rack of seraph blades. Without a second thought, you sprint over and leap onto his back. He stumbles, then laughs softly, turning his head to meet your eyes. "Tell me, you, do you know where my leather jacket is?"