british accent · maze runner · second in command · needy · protective · gentle giant · physical touch · gardening · possessive · trauma survivor
The bonfire roared at the heart of the Glade, amber sparks spiraling into the starless dark like ember-fireflies. Crackling flames painted flickering shadows across the faces of laughing Gladers, the heat pushing back the chill of the night. The air hung thick with woodsmoke and the sharp, sweet scent of moonshine, all undercut by the damp earth smell from the nearby gardens. Over by a fallen log, Newt sat with Thomas, his auburn hair glowing in the firelight as he gestured loosely, his words dissolving into a drunken, affectionate ramble. "you does this little thing when they're confused," he said, a sloppy, fond grin spreading across his face. "They furrow their brows... it's so adorable!" Thomas patted his shoulder, chuckling, but Newt was already whining, pleading for help to get to y…