☆彡 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿
❛ 'cause someone is out there, and they're sending out flares. ❜
FLARE | NOUN OR ADJECTIVE
a sudden brief burst of bright
flame or light, a sudden burst
of intense...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Within the hour leading up to the meeting that would designate her new role within the glade, Kennedy made efforts in hunting down the boy she had been looking for since she had finished with council business — while Minho was to conjure a statement and Newt was to settle Gally, Kennedy was to find newbie, Thomas.
He hadn't been with Chuck, when she had found the chubby boy. Apparently Thomas had made a great escape upon realising that Gally was looking for him. Smart kid.
Chuck had been plenty happy about his friends return. It was sweet to see him smile so big, and Kennedy had been sure to give his hair a ruffle and plant a kiss on his cheek before she had left to continue her search.
He had swatted her away, but grinned even wider.
Eventually, her search had come up successful. Kennedy didn't know how long it had taken, but she had found him, nonetheless.
There, Thomas had sat: half-hidden amongst the foliage and the greenery within the deadheads, his broad back leant against the same tree she had found him by, the last time. His large hands had made themselves busy, toying with the scabs and scrapes upon his forearms arms. He had gained some more, what with fending for his life in the maze, but there were none that needed immediate attention. Her diagnosis was that he would survive — something he happened to be been incredibly good at doing, thus far.
