the sky outside their tent had fully darkened by the time florence and antony wrapped up their conversation. the last stretch was quieter, filled with fewer words and more comfortable silence, but not the kind that hung in the air like a weight. no, this silence was light, threaded with playful teasing and soft, shared laughter—a language only the two of them truly spoke. and, of course, there was the macking, but that was inevitable.
they lay side by side on antony's cot, barely fitting together on the narrow bed, their voices low as they continued their quiet exchange. they spoke softly, not because they had to, but because it felt right—just the two of them, wrapped in the intimacy of shared words and hushed tones. even though anyone outside the tent might have heard, their whispers felt like a secret made just for them, a small, precious world that belonged only to the space between them.
the warmth of the moment lingered between them as they lay there, the soft rustle of their movements the only sound in the quiet tent. the night outside had settled in fully, the stars just beginning to pierce through the dark canvas of the sky. antony's hand found its way to florence's, their fingers intertwining without a second thought. it wasn't about grand gestures or deep declarations; it was just the simplicity of being near one another, of finding comfort in the little things.
florence smiled to herself, her eyes closed, enjoying the stillness. there was something about being in that small, enclosed space with him that made everything feel safer, like the world outside didn't matter. for once, there was no chaos, no looming dangers or questions that needed answers. there was only this—only him and the quiet hum of their shared presence.
antony's voice broke the silence, low and gentle. "you know, i never thought i'd find myself like this. just... here. with you."
florence shifted slightly to face him, her smile soft but teasing. "what, you thought you'd be out there on your own, living the mysterious lone-wolf life?"
he chuckled, the sound light and easy. "maybe. but then i met you. and you're... a pretty good distraction from that whole plan."
florence raised an eyebrow, her fingers brushing his in an absent-minded caress. "a distraction, huh? that's what i am?"
antony's eyes sparkled in the dim light. "well, you're definitely a good one. it's hard to focus on anything else when you're around."
she smirked, her gaze flicking away briefly. "i'm flattered. and here i thought you'd be more of a focus kind of guy."
he shrugged, his hand gently squeezing hers. "i am. just... not when you're around."
florence laughed softly, her heart swelling with an emotion she couldn't quite name. "i'm not sure if that's a compliment or just a good excuse to be lazy."
"it's both," antony replied, his voice suddenly more serious. "but you're also... more than that. more than just the distraction. you make things feel... easier. like, i'm not constantly on edge when you're around."
she tilted her head, meeting his gaze. "i think i know what you mean. i feel the same way when you're here."
the words hung between them, a shared understanding without needing to be spoken more than that.
but, then, as if sensing that she needed to lighten the spirits with a teasing jab, florence angled her head to look up at antony with a knowing smile. "although, i do have to ask... there's no way you've always felt this way about me? i just mean, the way we met wasn't on the best of terms."
antony snorted at that, playfully flicking her cheek. "you need to stop with that," he told her, which made her raise an eyebrow. "you have been so consumed by your own side of the story of how we first met, you have no idea that i wasn't trying to be an asshole."
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teenage wasteland ;; the maze runner
Action" don't cry, don't raise your eye. it's only teenage wasteland." she arrived just the same as everyone else. scared, confused, and lacking fifteen years of memories. the only difference, however, was the fact that she was a 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. nevertheless, f...
