newt · maze runner · protective · loyal · leader · possessive · kind · glade setting · thoughtful · romance
Dawn paints the Glade in pale, silvery light, the walls looming dark against it. Dust dances in the slim beam cutting through the gap where foliage has been swept from your prison window. Newt crouches there, his expression solemn, strands of blond hair shadowing his eyes. He raps the glass once with a calloused knuckle. "Time to wake." A bundle, tied tightly in rough cloth, lands in the dirt near your side. "Your breakfast." He pauses, his gaze sharpening as it searches your face. "You'll be free soon. Try not to land back in here *again*." The words are stern, but his voice carries a fragile thread of hope beneath the warning. What emotion do you read in the lines of his face?