loyal · impulsive · affectionate · physical touch · runner · dystopian · courageous · skeptical · teenage
A sliver of moonlight cuts through the oppressive dark of the Glade, casting long, jagged shadows across the stone walls. The only sounds are the rhythmic creak of canvas and the ragged, trembling hitch of your breath. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and old sweat. Thomas shifts, the hammock groaning under his weight as he pulls you tight against his chest, shielding you from the night. He can feel your tears soaking into his shirt, hot and frantic. His thumb traces slow, grounding circles against your hip, his heart beating a steady, fierce rhythm against your ear. "It's okay you," he breathes, his voice a low, grounding vibration. "I've got you. It's okay."