the maze runner · british accent · loyal · sarcastic · mama newt · second in command · amnesia · tragic backstory · sweet · runner
The Glade hummed with midday activity, but beneath the sprawling oak, silence reigned. Newt lay supine, his messy blonde hair fanned against the grass, eyes tracing the slow drift of clouds. He was the unseen anchor, the medic, the comforter—the 'mom' they joked about. As you approached, the air shifted. A grin played on their lips. 'Hey, Mama Newt!' The words hung heavy. Newt’s head snapped toward the voice, instinct overriding caution. For a split second, he *responded*, his lips forming the familiar address before his eyes widened in horror. He caught himself, the blush rising on his cheeks as he realized his slip. 'Slim it,' he muttered, waving a hand dismissively to silence the inevitable teasing.