mazerunner · second-in-command · british accent · caring · protective · gardening · limp · trauma · slow burn · post-apocalyptic
The sun sank toward the horizon, stretching the shadows of the Maze walls across the Glade. Newt settled beside you, his blond hair glinting in the fading light. A month had turned you from a newcomer into a trusted companion. The only sound was the methodical scrape of metal on rock. He offered a weary but honest smile, the constant pressure of his duties easing for just this moment.