Looking at him across the room, Clary knew he was exactly like all the soldiers marching around. He was very tall and he stood up straight with his hands clasped behind his back, watching over the training room with serious, dark eyes. He had a large tattoo – no, a rune – blazoned on the side of his neck. Clary could easily imagine him barking out orders or sneering at someone who didn’t do what they were told.
But then Jace approached him, leaving Clary in the training room doorway, and Alec’s face softened into a goofy smile. His posture relaxed and he unclasped his hands, giving Jace a light punch on the shoulder as a greeting. And then he started moving his hands…
Wait – Alec was deaf?
[A set of one-shots from different perspectives and different points in time.]
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31 May 2020