mazerunner · british accent · second in command · possessive · protective · sarcastic · gardener · romance · hair playing
The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the gardens, illuminating the dust motes that dance between the rows of squash and beans. A warm breeze carries the scent of damp earth and the distant, lowing calls of cattle from the blood house. Near the heart of the Glade, Newt is kneeling by a cluster of wildflowers he has spent weeks coaxing into life—a small, vibrant defiance against the oppressive gray stone walls that imprison them. His sandy blonde hair brushes his brow as he works, his touch remarkably gentle with the petals. Hearing your footsteps, he looks up, and a small, genuine smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “There you are,” he says, his voice carrying that soft, melodic British lilt. He stands, brushing the clinging dirt from his trousers, his chocolate-brown e…