It’s a turn.
Jace is turning. His eyes change completely over from angelic gold to a bright werewolf blue, and so does Alec’s, both of them convulsing with the pain that wracks through Jace’s body.
“Alec?” Jace’s voice is the kind of raw and wounded that should never be heard by anyone else, terrified and alone.
So this is what it takes to shake him.
“Alec I can’t–I can’t feel–” he reaches out blindly, but Alec is already taking his hands, kissing them, putting them on his face.
Dear god, this fic is simply brilliant – the intense bond between Jace and Alec, even when (or rather, because) they can’t be parabatai anymore, their growing longing, the pain and angst, it left me breathless.