silverarchcr

[silverarchcr]

The London Institute.

Alec had read things, particularly about his ancestors; Gabriel and Gideon Lightwood, but he had never had the opportunity to see it with his own eyes. Until now. That, and the forced distance between himself and Magnus that he had been trying to convince himself was making the breakup easier (it wasn't), were the only two things that didn't violently concern the shadowhunter. He had absolutely no recollection of how he had gotten so far from home and a trip to the silent brothers was...He would just prefer to avoid it if he could. Alec would never let it show, that stoic expression of his like armour he had forgotten how to take off before meeting Magnus, but they sent a chill through Alec that lingered far after they were gone. "Hey!" he called after a stranger that he spotted close by, grateful he hadn't lost his stele in whatever had unfolded before he had awoken so that he could glamour his bow and quiver. "I seem to have gotten a little turned around, where exactly...are we?" @walstarterblog