★ ★ ★ @creatriix & @wildliing
he lay on his bed injeans and a black t-shirt, not making a home under the covers, but listening silently as moonlight washed over his pale skin, reflected in his white hair. he was waiting, and he wasn’t sure what for, so it required all of his focus, and absolute silence. it was easier for sebastian to hear because he was a shadowhunter, but his father always told him his skills would be best with practice and absolute focus. his muscles did not relax, his body remaining alert, eyes trained on the part of hallway he could see through his open door when suddenly a shadow. he’d heard something the night before, but befor ehe could investigate it had been gone. now, it was outside his room and his mind ran rampant with possibilities of what it could be.
he slipped off of his mattress, booted feet gracing the floor soundlessly as the footsteps that followed, nearing himself towards his door. he grabbed down one of his swords from their display, holding it in a drawing position near where a sheath would rest at his hips. deftly, he drew, placing the blade to the throat of the intruder, cool metal resting on ivory skin. his eyes met his sister’s and narrowed in confusion, but he let his arm fall to his side. ‘ what are you doing out of bed, clarissa? father wouldn’t like it. ’
