𝑺𝑰𝑿, ( act one ) ❛ rain, wind & fire . . . ❜ ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ fourdays
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o. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 just 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 yourselves ━
𝑰t rained the day after Ben's banishment almost as if the sky mourned his loss with them. Ben left a gaping hole in their chests, Minho's was large and hollow—it could never be filled again. But they had to endure because the rules held them together. They were built on rules and breaking them was practically sinful.
Thalia hadn't spoken to him since yesterday. He didn't sit with them at dinner like he usually did, she was certain he hadn't even eaten. But she never did bother him too much. It was like this when Des passed a year ago and an unspoken rule surfaced; never talk to Minho when he is hurt. Never.
He set out with Alby that morning to search for Ben's remains. Thalia and Noah were on shovel duty today. They'd been digging earth for hours while Claude, another Track-hoe, followed them with a bag of seeds ready for planting.
The rain began after a minute or two and Thalia found herself at ease as the droplets poured down her face. Her dark hair was already plastering to her head at the corners and she only laughed as she took in Noah's awestruck face beside her. It hadn't rained before in the Glade, neither of them were sure they even remembered the presentiment of rain until then.
"Do you think it's drinkable?" She asked.
Noah's eyes widen with wonder as he rips his head back and sticks his tongue out slowly. Thalia copies him and laughter pours from her mouth as raindrops pour down her tongue.
"It feels like a million tiny sprinkles," Noah said with his mouth still wide open.
"Oi! What're you slintheads doin'?! Get under here, now!" Newt's voice echoed through the rain.
Thalia and Noah ran for cover stopping beside Newt as Noah shook his head in Newt's face, water spraying all over his face.
"Eugh." Newt pressed his hand to his chest and pushed him away, attempting to be upset but unable to hide the smile on his face. "Had fun, did you?"
Thalia pouts, feigning sadness. "But the fun was just starting."
"Hey, I saved your arses from a cold. Don't wanna hear your coughing and sneezing for the next few days," Newt grumbled.
"Oh you just love acting like our mother, don't you?" Noah teased, playfully poking his face.
"The spot's open, anyway. I'm pretty sure our mother's are dead," added Thalia without a wince or a speck of remorse and Newt couldn't help but grimace for a moment.
"Well if she is then I suppose it's a mercy," he jested. "I can't imagine what it'd be like to parent you."
She only scoffed and smacked his shoulder. "You do it enough already."
