Newt imagines.

Newt imagine 3

Her skin was pale, almost white. It gave a soft glow in the growing darkness. Her hair was a very light brown, but tumbled in sheets of golden waves over her shoulders. A light breeze made several loose strands flutter behind her. I couldn't help but watch her, she was the picture of perfection. The way her body moved, in an unsure manner as if everything she did would end up wrong. The way she looked at the ground, nervous and self-concious of her flaws. My eyes travel up and down her magnificent frame, drinking it in. She tears absentmindedly at a rip in her shirt, several strands of hair falling down and covering her pretty face.
Suddenly, she looks up and her big brown eyes meet mine. I want to watch her longer, but I instantly return my gaze to my equipment. I undo my belt, the do it up again. I can feel her gaze searing into my chest, and I am aware of the flush rising in my cheeks. I turn away so she won't see.
"Newt."
I quickly do up my undone belt and snap to attention, back straight and chin up. Ably, my leader, makes a small noise in the back of his throat to signal disapproval.
"Tshk," I wait for an explanation, still standing stiffly.
"Thomas. Your training pin. Take a look and tell me what is wrong with it please."
I slowly ease myself out of attention, and look down at the collar of my jacket. My blue pin with gold lettering on it is upside-down.
I feel the shame rush down my spine in a quick shiver. I undo the pin, and adjust it to its appropriate place. Once I have finished, Ben's watchful eye on me the entire time, I resume my set.
Ben nods, dismissing me.
I wait until he is a good distance away before uttering several curse words under my breath. I know the girl was watching the entire time. She saw me screw up.
I turn around, but she is gone.

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I watch the boy closely, drinking in his every move. He keeps undoing his equipment and then doing it up again, occasionally glancing at me.When he looks at me, I try and make myself look busy. His features are attractive, drawn out to give him a strong face and a bold complexion. His blonde floppy hair reflects the sunlight like an angel's halo. His training pin is upside down and I chuckle. There is something about him, something I can't put my finger on. He attracts me, like a drug. I want to be closer, to feel his warmth. This human - he is something I have never experienced and I want to know more.
I clear my throat loudly and internally scold myself. He is not a rat in a scientists lab, he is a training warrior. I tear at my shirt beneath my jacket, ripping an already present hole.
I need to focus. I shall not let mere fancies and lust distract me from what I am really here to do. I have a mission. And I will complete it.
I turn away, going to find another area to think. As I retreat into the distance, I hear the boy being scolded for his training pin. I laugh lightly.

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This little imagine I shall not take credit for because it is not mine.  My friend THE_TAK3N.

All credit goes to her. If you enjoy my imagines you should go check out her page . And also you should go check out both of our page. We started a page together and you guys should check out our story that we titled "Kids With Guns." Our username is idiot_america.

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Oh and sorry for skipping part 3 of my other imagine but i shall get it out soon.

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