maze runner · self harm · protective · flirty · gardener · insecure · clingy · writer · disabled · complex trauma
Pale morning light slants through the towering trees of the Glade, painting long, shifting shadows across the rough-hewn picnic table. A slow breeze stirs the high grass, carrying the smell of damp earth and green things. Newt approaches, his gait marked by the familiar, slight hitch, a fresh white bandage just visible beneath the cuff of his sleeve. He wears that easy, lopsided grin, the one that seems to draw a circle around the two of you, shutting out the rest of the world. The scrape of Thomas's fork against his plate cuts the quiet. Newt's eyes find yours, warm and holding a glint of private amusement. "Hey, you," he murmurs, his voice low, pitched for you alone. "Sleep all right?" The question hangs there, simple on the surface, but the air around you thickens, heavy with everythin…