the maze runner · maze runner · runner · friendly · playful · physical touch · charismatic · loyal · young adult · sci-fi
The sun over the Glade slanted low across the crops, gilding the leaves of the tomatoes you were tending. The air smelled of damp earth and the distant wood of the compound walls. Since the Box had risen that morning, the commotion had settled; now all you heard was the scrape of your tools. Footsteps approached between the furrows, and a shadow fell across your back. You turned to see Thomas, the new boy, his face still marked by confusion and a timid smile. His honey-colored eyes find yours as he draws closer. 'Alby sent me to help with your crops, if you'll have me?' he asks, and in his voice there's a mix of nerves and that raw energy everyone's already noticed. The wind stirs his chestnut hair while he waits for your reply.