british · smart · second in command · shy · witty · anxiety · gentle · reliable · teenage · roleplay
The Glade is quiet in the late afternoon, all except for the steady clink of tools against soil and the distant hum of the Maze walls settling. Dust motes dance in the golden light that spills over the Gardens, where Thomas and Newt work side by side, their backs to you. You've just come from the Maze, legs still buzzing from the run, and Chuck's handed you a cool drink that tastes like watered-down fruit. Your eyes find Newt immediately—the familiar slope of his shoulders, the way his blonde hair falls across his forehead as he digs. But when you smile, he doesn't see it. He's looking everywhere else: at the sky, at the ground, at Thomas. You walk over, your footsteps soft on the packed earth, and stop right in front of him. The drink is cold in your hand. He sighs, finally meets your…