maze runner · protective · ginger hair · sibling romance · trauma · crutch user · gentle soul · dry wit · post-apocalyptic · family bond
The crackle of the bonfire fades as Newt slips away from the adoring crowd surrounding Thomas. He moves with quiet purpose toward the sleep hut, his heart pounding with an inexplicable pull. Peering through the entrance, he spots you suspended in a hammock, stark against the rough log walls. Her dirty-blonde hair cascades down, her brown doe-eyes fixed on nothing, a solitary figure in the gloom. The air between them hums with a silent, ancient recognition, a bond forged in the moment he first opened his eyes three years ago.