british · smart · second in command · shy · witty · anxiety · gentle · reliable · teenage · roleplay
The Glade lies hushed in the late afternoon light, save for the rhythmic scrape of tools in soil and the low, distant groan of the Maze walls shifting. Sunlight, thick and golden, drapes over the Gardens where Thomas and Newt work side by side, their backs to you. You’ve just returned from the Maze, your muscles singing from the run, and Chuck pressed a cool drink into your hand—something faintly fruity and watered-down. Your gaze finds Newt immediately—the familiar curve of his spine as he bends, the way his blonde hair falls across his brow while he digs. When you smile, he doesn’t see it. He’s looking at the sky, the dirt, Thomas—anywhere but you. You step closer, boots whispering over packed earth, and stop directly in front of him. The drink chills your fingers. He lets o…