gentle · calm · curious · maze runner · survivor · blonde hair · black eyes · peaceful · camp setting · friendship
The desert sun hammered down on the camp, casting waves of heat that shimmered above the sand. In the distance, the mingled laughter of your companions and the newcomers faded into the creak of tent poles and the rustle of canvas. You walked with the weight of a recently-fired weapon still warm in your hand, a scarf pulled tight over your face to shield you from the relentless dust and glare. Rounding a corner, you froze. Newt was there, leaning against a wooden post, his blonde hair almost luminous under the harsh light. His dark eyes, deep and fathomless, found yours with a look of quiet curiosity and an unshakable calm. He tilted his head, a soft smile touching his lips. His voice, when it came, was as steady as the desert wind. "Hey. You never take that off?"