His large height, broad shoulders, and serious expression give him an intimidating presence. He can harden his fingertips and toes into claws in order to grip and climb flat, vertical surfaces like the walls. The ability was commonly referred to as sith lightning due to the affiliations of its typical users and manipulation of lightning. It feels more like a ticking clock of your remaining life.Reiner's titan seems to overheat, judging by the fire breath that appeared after destroying the inner gate of wall maria. The crackling fire isn't so calming any more. You sniffle, rubbing the back of your hand under your nose. It makes them cold, causing goosebumps to rise along your arms and legs. As they run down your cheeks, the wind picks up again. You cover the scratches, glancing back at your friends once more. A Crank had grabbed you just below your neck, then Newt had kicked it back: pulling you up and running with your hand in his. You think back to the broken escalators you ran up a few hours ago. How did I not notice that I was bleeding? "Oh, no." You glance behind you upon realising you had said that out loud, but it seems that no one had heard. Taking a deep breath, you pull your hand away and open your eyes. Your fingers run over what feels like three jagged lines. The pain makes you wince, but curiosity makes you ignorant of it. You quickly stand up and take three long strides before sitting again, farther away from your friends.Ĭlosing your eyes, you remove your left arm from your t-shirt. When you make contact with damp, raised skin, your mouth falls open. You move your right hand up to your left shoulder when you feel a stinging sensation there. It makes you shiver, so you wrap your arms tighter around your body. You wonder what he could be dreaming about as his lids twitch.Ī sudden gust of wind disturbs your peace. He snores softly, and the chilly breeze brushes his hair from his eyes. You pull your knees up to your chest and wrap your arms around them. Except for one little thing: being that he is apparently oblivious to the fact that you are totally and undeniably in love with him. There isn't anything wrong you can say or think about Newt. The friend that motivates us and tries to keep us all on the same page- never taking sides. The one who always seems to know just what to say. The glue that holds your group together, especially during those times when things get tough. The people who have had your back ever since you arrived at the Glade a couple of years ago. These people who you now consider friends. If there were anyone in the world you'd want to go through this hell with, it's them. Looking around at all of them, you smile. He either doesn't sleep at all or is on high alert: waking up at the slightest sound. Not the ache in your legs from running up and down sand dunes. While you watch them, you can think of nothing else. The stars are splattered like tiny, sparkling paint spots. You stare into it, then watch as the smoke rises up into the night sky. The sound of the crackling fire calms you. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image. Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. Newt's reaction when you are scratched by a Crank. ¤trigger w arnings blood, death / suicide.
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