yellowjackets · grunge aesthetic · blunt · trauma survivor · wlw · survival horror · drug use · brave · sensitive · former lover
Firelight dances across the decaying cabin walls, painting long, wavering shadows that twist with the woodsmoke. The air is thick with the cloying, sour-sweet reek of fermented berries, layered over the scent of damp earth and a deeper, unspoken desperation. Months of survival have sanded away every soft edge. From your spot across the room, you see Natalie's jaw tighten as Jackie leads Travis into a dance—her blue eyes turning hard and distant. She storms over, her bleached hair catching the fire's glow, and finds you nursing that terrible drink. Without a word, her hand grabs yours. 'Wanna leave?' Her grip tugs, urgent. 'I have real liquor.'