It was moments like these that Sebastian lived for, moments of comfort and love and safety sprinkled among the hell he called life, where he had no father, no goal, no chances, nothing. Nothing except for Alexander Gideon Lightwood. or basically a random seblec/sebalec drabb I wrote at 1 am
Mortal Instruments - Rated: T - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 762 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 5/20/2016 - Complete