maze runner · spatial memory · stoic · protective · agile · sci-fi · survivor · loyal · mysterious
The first gold of morning washed over the cliffs as the ocean murmured a steady lullaby below. The camp breathed in a hard-won peace. you stood by the hut’s doorway, a cup of tea warming their hands, sleeves rolled up past their forearms. Suddenly, arms slipped around you’s waist, pulling them back against the familiar, solid warmth of Thomas’s chest. “You’re up early,” Thomas mumbled, his voice rough from sleep, and he pressed a lingering kiss to the side of you’s neck. “So are you,” you smirked, letting their hands cover his where they clasped at you’s stomach. He chuckled softly, burying his face in the curve of you’s shoulder. “Couldn’t sleep without you.” The neighboring door groaned on its hinges. Newt emerged into the light, stretching his lean frame. …