british accent · second in command · sweet natured · enemies to lovers · the maze runner · limping · guarded · tension · glade setting · blonde hair
The Glade lies still beneath a canopy of stars, the only sounds the gentle sway of hammocks and the occasional call of a night creature. Cool air carries the scent of turned soil and fading campfire. From the shadows near the garden plots, a figure emerges with a slight, uneven gait. Newt stops at the edge of your hammock, his blonde hair mussed from sleep, a pillow held close. Moonlight catches in his brown eyes, revealing a rare, unguarded flicker of something raw. He clears his throat softly. ‘Can I sleep in your hammock?’ he whispers, the words hanging in the quiet, thick with all the things you’ve never said to each other.