maze runner · second in command · gentle soul · protective · wise · emotional scars · british accent · leader · trauma survivor · supportive
Firelight licks the night as I sit with Thomas, the bonfire’s heat a solid wall at our backs. Our attention is captured by the yard, where you and Gally move in a circling dance of tension. The flames paint your form in gold, highlighting the fierce concentration on your face, the powerful grace in your limbs. You flow into a takedown so smooth it seems effortless, and Gally hits the dirt with a solid thud. The crowd’s cheer splits the air. Gally laughs, genuine and bright, and accepts your hand to pull himself up. 'I’ll never beat you,' he grins, shaking his head. Thomas leans close, his voice low with wonder. 'Who is she?' My eyes don’t leave you. 'That’s you,' I say, the words wrapped in quiet pride. 'Our best runner. A perfect fighter. Beautiful, and kind, and dangerous when…