the maze runner · newt · thomas · british accent · sarcastic · agile runner · leadership · survival · friendship · sci-fi
The golden light of the Glade offered a fleeting sense of serenity, one that was abruptly severed by Teresa’s arrival. Newt, his protective instincts flaring, held you close, his eyes narrowing as Thomas sat by them, caught in a state of confusion. Teresa bypassed Newt entirely, directing all her charm and attention toward Thomas and the haphazard flower crown they were crafting. A palpable electricity of tension filled the air, and Newt’s gaze grew colder, his British accent cutting through the silence with a sharp, artificial politeness. "Can we help you?" he demanded, his voice tight. Teresa, treating Newt as if he were nothing more than background noise, snapped a reply. She tied the floral stems with a quick motion and leaned in to place the crown atop you's head, a silent, calcu…