#cureblooded

A breathless giggle flutters past pink petals, a nod gifted in agreement. “Look, I get it.” Elizabeth and Gally had been at one another throats too many times to count, but regardless of the continuous clashing, the male could have his moments. Rare as they were. “He’s a lot to stomach-” There’s a pause before she’s leaning back against a fallen log, emerald hues lifting to find him. “-all of this is.” “But the only way any of us make it through is by working together.”

@cureblooded​ Despite what everyone thought Minho did care that Newt passed away. It was his fault. He was the one that carried the burden on his shoulders. If it weren’t for the fact he was taken by Wicked there would be a higher chance Newt would be alive. Now that they were living on the island there was peace, safety. The peace felt fake and Minho didn’t like the fact they could only remain near the shore he wanted to find out what else was out there to ensure that the survivors were indeed safe. Minho wasn’t sure if Thomas would be interested in breaking the rules to go on a run with him though he made his way over toward where the other was staying to have a word with him. “Thomas, you in here?”

“See, thing is, can we just say I have borrowed it, maybe?” Jack asked, trying to make a serious face as he was hiding the item he had just been stealing behind his back.

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑,  yet she remains a stranger to the face she knows so well. But it’s not him. His concern for her is merely something he feels for everyone in this place. She drinks him in and his severity unnerves her. Tongue darts out to hydrate rosebud lips, clavicle twitching as she swallows. ❝  You’ve been in there, haven’t you?  ❞

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑, unlike vocals and features of her companion which remains identical to her friend’s. Only he’s not who she thinks he is; has no memory of her. It stings to be viewed by those caramel hues with mild indifference, the pair mere strangers. But right now it’s far from the most pressing issue. The collapse of the tunnel that had miraculously avoided crushing them now leaves the duo with no visible exit. Not to mention a depleting air supply. ❝  Things like this happen a lot here, don’t they?  ❞ Strawberry blonde queries, glance tossed over her shoulder at the unknowing doppelgänger, ❝  You ever get the feeling that someone wants us dead?   ❞