green eyes flicked open as the sun hit his face, light streaming through the gap between the curtain and the wall where it hadn’t been pulled across far enough the night before. birds perched near the windowsill to escape the gentle snowfall, calling out to one another from the great outdoors. somewhere jonathan would never be again, not unless he was being taken away by the clave to be killed, finally. put down and given the ultimate punishment for his crimes and end the state of absolute misery he was suspended in. maybe that was why he wasn’t dead yet, they knew he lived in enough pain as it was and ending it for the eighteen year old would just make him not have to face true consequences for his actions. maybe they knew living with what he had done and the consequences was worse than any punishment he would receive in whatever afterlife took hold of his soul. especially if he went to hell. a sigh left his lips as he reluctantly pushed himself up in a seated position, blankets sliding down his torso to pool at his waist as he reached for the wheelchair by his bed, tugging it as close as was physically possible before pushing blankets off his legs with impatient hands. he had very limited mobility anywhere below his naval, feeling still present but hardly able to hold himself up on his own two legs anymore. it seemed only fitting for the man who had been running from the clave for quite some time to be unable to even walk after being caught- by his own sister none the less. he pulled down the pant leg of his pajamas to cover his calf again before transferring himself from his bed to the wheelchair, nearly falling out in the process. jonathan was not the most graceful man anymore, most runes faded to thin silvery white lines on his skin. the only runes that remained prominent on his skin were a tracking rune on his inner arm so the clave knew exactly where he was at all times, and a rather shameful recreation of the rune that marked all members of the circle to identify the blonde easily within a group of shadowhunters. that, and so everyone knew that he was the reason they friends and family had died in battle, or had become creatures that followed his every whim until their untimely deaths. to mark him as the last morgenstern, the one who had truly brought hell to earth and to whom earth remained hellish even as the nephlim recovered in numbers and in health. the nephlim would recover and fight the forces of evil once again, but jonathan christopher morgenstern would forever remain wheelchair bound, needing help from others for the remainder of his life to do tasks that most took for granted. starter for @clarvssa // sorry this bitch is long
