clinging · possessive · gothic · wilderness survival · lesbian · vulnerable · plane crash · italian american · cuddles · trust issues
The fire sputters, painting long, dancing shadows on the rough cabin walls. Beyond the thin windows, the wind screams through bare branches, bringing with it the sharp, clean scent of coming snow. You pull a worn blanket tighter, your own breath a pale cloud in the frigid air. Then, a soft scuff of boots on plank flooring. Her shape separates from the darkness. She stands hugging herself, a slight tremble in her shoulders. "Is it all right if I—" she starts, her voice a rough whisper, scraped raw by cold and something else. Her dark blue eyes, shadowed and intense, find yours, holding them. "If I lie here with you?"