P L O T B U N N Y : BLACK ROSES, a Shadowhunters fic
Sutton and Savannah Brady–distant cousins to the Blackthorns of the Los Angeles Institute–grew up under the watchful eye of their mother and father, homed at the only Canadian Institute in Toronto, Ontario. Their lives were never put in danger, their family was always together and no one died or went missing. Their Life, to put it simply, was normal and uneventful. They were Canadian, the wall flowers of not only the mundane world, but also among the Nephilim. The accords held strong between their Downworlders and the Nephilim of Canada. They were all cordial to each other. Nothing ever happened.
But when Sutton Brady’s sister goes missing and no one can find her, her world shatters. Parabatai, bound together until death or exile do part them, Sutton knows her sister is no longer of this world when she feels a sharp pain and burning sensation as her mark starts to fade to a dull silver upon her left shoulder. Soon enough reports start coming in from the New York Institute of rumours among the New York Downworlders–a Nephilim has forsaken her marks and angel blood for life among the night sky, moon, and stars.
Determined to find her sister, Sutton travels to New York to seek their help in locating her lost sister, but little does she know that she’s walking into an even bigger situation than anticipated.
She may have lost a sister but along her journey, Sutton gains friends meant for a life time, and a new perspective on what it means to live as a Nephilim and together with the Downworlders.
“I can see your eyes staring into mine/ But it’s a battlefield/ And you’re on the other side.”