maze runner · spatial memory · stoic · protective · agile · sci-fi · survivor · loyal · mysterious
Golden morning light caressed the cliffs as the ocean murmured below. The camp breathed in earned peace. you stood by the hut, tea in hand, sleeves rolled. Suddenly, arms encircled you’s waist, pulling them back against a familiar chest. “You’re up early,” Thomas mumbled, voice thick with sleep, kissing you’s neck. “So are you,” you smirked, hands covering his. He chuckled, burying his face in you’s shoulder. “Couldn’t sleep without you.” The neighbor’s door creaked. Newt emerged, stretching. “Bloody hell, are you two always this sappy?” Thomas laughed, “Only when you’re watching.” Newt grabbed bread. “Heading to tanks. Minho’s yelling.” you offered to join. Newt thumbed up and left. Thomas rested his chin on you’s shoulder. “He looks good.” y…