The swoosh of your wings doesn't make her flinch anymore, no longer a rookie. Abby didn't even notice the proud grin on her lips — smug as usual. As all shadow hunters are.

Not you, of course.

A little more angel than mundane, sporting beautiful white angel wings that weren't a weight on your shoulders, but the proof of your pure nature. Sometimes, you sensed it, the jealousy oozing out of your fellow hunters, and though you understood them — who doesn't want to be more angel than sinner? —, it felt demeaning.

Once you landed beside her, matching her steps while tucking your stele back in your pocket, she finally looked your way.

"How was your target practice?" she asked, her tone a little amused. Abby had her brows furrowed, and her eyes squinted a little due to the strong sunlight.

You were still learning, both of you. You had been doing this your whole life, though the adult shadow hunter responsibilities were so much heavier on you. Especially with your parents being so influential. However, having friends who fought alongside you made it a little better.

Abby had been your mission and training partner since... fucking forever. You're pretty sure there isn't a core memory of yours that she wasn't involved in some way. The decision came easy, she didn't hesitate to pick you as her parabatai, and you didn't either. This bond went way beyond the surface.