𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 / 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘𝐑

               goosebumps rise against her skin as she shudders involuntarily. the feeling in her stomach is one that she is not fond of, a knot that settled in her very core. chest rises & falls slowly despite how heavy it feels. 

        ‘ i don’t plan on getting   caught   .  so are you going to help or are you just going to stand there ? ‘   

‘   --- what are you doing ?  ‘      

   ‘  nevermind that -- did anyone   FOLLOW   you  ?  ‘

       ‘       this is 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. ‘

       her porcelain skin did not hide the  ( scars ) she acquired over the years. the ones on the surface of her body & hidden behind her pride are the ones buried deep in her soul. innocence --- purity seemed like a ways from here. forced to give up childhood once they set foot into the world that they know now. 

          calloused finger tips rub against her eyelids, allowing her sight to adjust for a brief moment before they fall onto the brunette.

         ‘        you should be with the others , you know ? ‘ 

         ‘ maya .  .  .  drop it    , alright ? ‘  

𝐢𝐧   𝐚   𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤   𝐨𝐟   𝐚𝐧   𝐞𝐲𝐞 .  .  . 

          the world that they knew would be OVER. eleven grounder clans sharing one space, one motive : to 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐄 , yet nobody wants to discuss the cost of living. the SACRIFICES made, the sacrifices they will eventually have to make. a constant cycle of bloodshed, tears & forced growth. 

                  she pinches the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes for a brief second. only hoping that the future held an answer. a sigh escapes from tired lips as she brings heavy eyes to meet octavia’s. 

𝐬𝐡𝐞    𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬    𝐚    𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡.  

          who said the ‘ STIFF ‘ doesn’t have a sense of humor ? although tris did not have much experience herself, a blind man could tell how finn felt about raven. despite the unspoken words about the newly acclaimed member of their group, he seemed different around her --- gravitating towards one other without realizing it. 

                   sure, finn’s own mother had a hunch, but tris did not realize how serious it had gotten until now. her & finn both at a crossroads . . . somehow his situation brought her relief. ( misery loves company. )   

      ‘ hmm . . . the tables have turned, haven’t they ?  ‘ 

- ̗̀ 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒   ̖́-   ( @mercyburned​: “ never feel guilty for starting again. ” / finn )

               𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭    𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝    𝐡𝐞𝐫.   their time hopping from faction to faction       trying to find safety amidst the pure chaos surrounding them. the grief of her parents DEATH seemed to creep against her, slipping through the cracks of the pristine iron image she tried to form while in dauntless. although they were divergent, they were only human.