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content warning: suicidal thoughts.

“I shouldn’t have left you.”

“I’m here for you.”

“I’ll kill that son of a bitch who did this to you.”

“Please let me help you.”

“Oh my god, are you okay?”

“Don’t you dare to leave me, not now.”

“You didn’t deserve any of this.”

“Please tell me this is a nightmare.”

“Shh, it’s okay.. you’re safe now.”

“Why are you crying?”

“I can’t believe I did this to you.”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

“I don’t want you to die.”

“Talk to me.”

“I fucked up, alright? I’m sorry.”

“Where were you? I was so worried!”

“Stop saying you’re fine when you’re obviously not.”

“Seeing you like this hurts me.”

“I don’t want to live anymore.”

“Can you please just.. go away?”

“I’m worthless.”

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me.”

“I’m going to die.”

“It’s nothing, I swear.”

“I don’t want to talk about it so just drop it.”

“Please don’t leave me alone.”

It seems like an inappropriate moment, but a giggle spills from her lips at his comment ; something she quickly stifles by pressing her lips firmly together. Pink tints her cheeks and she swears it’s from the effort to hold in the laughter, not the warmth spreading in her chest from his words. Regardless, she meets his attempted humor with her own. “Wow, Tommy. If we weren’t fighting for our lives right now, I think I’d have ta kiss ya.” It was a joke - or at least that’s how she played it off, but part of her couldn’t help but think of the truth behind her comment.

A smiled tugged at his lips when he heard her giggle.  He was glad he was able to do that because well, he was probably the least funny shuck in all the Glade, and he’d barely been there before things went haywire.  But hearing her laugh was honestly a blessing for his ears, none of them ever laughed, there was just no time for it.  But something about the sound felt so warm in such a dire situation of madness.

part of her can’t believe she’d actually said that to him ; kissing was not something that should be brought up in a life or death situation,  but there the words had dripped from her tongue before she could stop herself.   she didn’t regret it  -  even if her heart was racing in her chest more than it had been before.  there’s the familiar capturing of her bottom lip between her teeth - an action most common when she’s anxious in some way  -  like when she makes a fool of herself. 

A ghost of a smile drew up her lips, brown eyes twinkling with gratitude. A hand reaches to grasp the one swung over her shoulder, a grip that is tight with reassurance. Maybe she didn’t believe they were invincible, but it was hard not to believe they would make it through this. “Looks like we’re in this together,” She comments pleasantly, ready to put her faith and trust into a boy she had little knowledge of.

Being this close to the boy wasn’t bad ; it was a thought that infiltrated her head the moment his arm came around her shoulder. It only increased when her body was moved to tuck against his side. A spark of nervousness erupts within her stomach, a fluttering feeling she labels from the situation at hand - not his close proximity. Her bottom lip is captured by her teeth as she thinks, eyes drifting downward so she isn’t staring at him. How many more times were they going to have to go through this? They have been given one trial after another, relentless and cruel and neverending. They just needed a break ; to get away from it, even though they never would. She decides not to keep him waiting anymore, her head nodding in a determined confirmation. The pessimism would be stuffed down altogether ; they had other matters to consider. “Right. By this point, we’re bloody invincible.” It’s a meaningless pep-talk meant to get them both motivated, but Bay can’t help but feel as though her words are empty.

He let out a shaky breath but continued to hold her close.  He’d be lying if he didn’t say he didn’t feel some strange connection to the Group B girl.  Even though he obviously had no memory of her, he felt like he’d known her forever, she felt familiar to him, it was definitely strange, but it gave him the intent to want to protect her with everything.

He let out a shaky breath with as much stealth as he could in an uncomfortable situation.  Hearing her voice was nice, he decided.  It was a lot like Newt’s, which was always comforting up until the point that he was getting yelled at from it, and then well, it was anything but… but in circumstances like this it brought him ease.  

Here are more questions about your muse(s), this time more feeling orientated. Fill in or ask others to send them to you.

How do they laugh?

How do they cry?

How willing are they to show their vulnerability?

How does their anger show? How do they sound, do they shout, go quiet or something else?

What’s the best way to calm them down?

How do they try to calm down others?

What things they can’t forgive?

How easily do they admit they were wrong?

How do they console their friends?

How do they deal with their strong emotions, both positive and negative?

What feelings they find easiest to control?

What everyday things make them happy?

What’s the saddest they’ve ever been?

What’s the happiest they’ve ever been?

What’s the angriest they’ve ever been?