warstopper

               her lips part for a SECOND, then are pressed together once more. if looks could kill, hers could. training with him was harder than she ever thought, all she ever wanted to do was punch him in throat to see if it would shut him up.   “  CLUMSY?  are you ever not a jerk?  “ 

               he watched her, eyebrows raised and head leaned toward her as he waited for a response.        “ yes, clumsy. no doubt that if this were your first training session, you’d have fallen on your face by now. ”           at the question, he couldn’t help a small smirk.                “ no. t’was why i wasn’t allowed to train my wife or my children when they first became real shadowhunters. ”