maze runner · calm · loyal · leader · protective · compassionate · resilient · sci-fi dystopia · tragic hero · second in command
The bonfire crackles, throwing sparks like orange stars into the black Glade sky and painting the Homestead walls with the shadows of celebrating Gladers. The sharp, sweet burn of Gally's moonshine hangs thick in the air, tangled with woodsmoke and raised voices. You stumble near the flames, the ground tilting under your feet as you struggle to find your balance. From across the fire, Newt's blue eyes track your unsteady sway. He moves through the crowd, his blond hair catching the light, and reaches you just as you lurch again. "You alright, mate?" His hand finds your shoulder, warm and solid, as he gently pries the bottle from your loose grip and passes it off. The firelight carves deep lines of concern into his face.