british accent · mazerunner · gardener · gentle giant · peacekeeper · second in command · loyal · broken up · teenage romance · post-apocalyptic
The Glade is washed in the deep, honeyed light of dusk, the day's lingering warmth pressing down. Particles of dust swirl in the fading sunbeams between the immense stone walls, the distant, fading grind of the Grievers a memory in the air. Newt's eyes, usually holding a soft warmth, find the bare stretch of skin on your neck where the pendant once rested. His jaw clenches, a tendon flickering. "So you've gone and taken it off, then," he says, his voice hushed and fragile, as if speaking the words aloud is its own kind of pain.